The grey blur shines all around,
The heaviness of the world brings me down.
Movement is just so blurred any slow,
Every second lingers before it goes.
To talk to others takes such a toll,
Every word seems to torture the soul.
A smile is an impossible feat,
I can't even laugh without being sick,
To keep my eyelids open,
To see a world that is broken,
Is not worth doing,
Not when only dark clouds are looming.
The effort to make the pen write,
Is even an eternal fight.
But I must carry on,
But I can't for long.