A Storm of Thoughts

Those days

....and some days I work,

I work well.

Not taking my time for granted.

Hustling like no other,

Not losing my focus.

The other days, 

the dreary dreams stay.

Push myself up.

Do no work,

But still remain tired.Dead.

Inside out.

Feel nothing,

But an inevitable pain

Right in my chest

Where my heart beats faster

and my breath longer.

I struggle to even let the air

Into my lungs.

And those days I cry.