A sigh escapes
Heart growing cold
Tears squeezed out
But nothing matters
Not at the moment
Everything is gone
Your life is a lie
Or so it seems
But no energy
Is left behind
You shuffle forward
Here and there
Never really moving
Forward nor backward
Increasingly tiring
You want it to stop
Doesn't matter what
Anything and everything
Take your pick
Because you've had enough
Wanting to sleep forever
But having to wake up
To a cold and bitter world
Is sorrowful and yet
Also incredibly needed
But strength isn't there
Nothing to muster up
Absolute weariness
And lazy days
Are left like ashes
Eyes itch with fatigue
The dusty air seems to seize
Everything in sight
Fades into dull and bland
Tasteless and apathetic
Morphing into mannequins
Faceless with no story
No history and nothing else
As you shuffle around
You hear a peculiar noise
A giggle, a laugh
A chuckle, a chortle
Such a strange sound
Among yawns
And restless sighs
But as you listen
To the murmur
That steadily increases
Into a majestic roar
You decide that
Just maybe
You'll open that door.
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
