Waves and blurs
Vision fading
Eyes closing
Half open
The lid is broken
Today, as chosen
Tired, exhausted, and absolutely numb
I keep pressing on
But it has only begun
Hours pass
But not so fast
Demands, demands
Split ends, and with dead ends
Doors closing
Inside I remain
No desire to leave
In my bed
All in my head
YOU ARE READING
Incapacitated
PoetryI have days called "gone days". The inspiration for this poem comes from Room (2015), along with my experiences that have followed.
