Quick Sand

Mornings pull me from the getaway

The one I’ve been looking forward to since the break of day

Eyes closed, thoughts off. Thats Good.

Things slow and even drag, but still I should

I should reach out and let them in

Yet it’s hard, because suddenly it goes dim

Dim is the sun , a reminder of brighter days

Everything slows, still I get through each phase

Like floodgates the tears fall at every lonesome instance

The thing that’s needed is not distance

Yet, deeper I sink

Smaller and smaller, each day I shrink

Shrink: “What’s wrong”?? I’m Just tired

Feels like I’m falling, or maybe I’m mis wired

The darkness creeps in, and I feel weak

Hello old friend, looking awfully bleak

It’s a cycle, back again and hopefully leaving soon

Not even food. Distress with one look at a spoon

Fight. Catch it before it spreads

Reach out! Get out of bed !

No! It’s got Me now

Now my smile is a show.

When did I get here? Not how.

Forced and faker than ever

I fight, but it wants to tether

Fight harder!! I try as hard as I can

Fighting each day, because I haven’t lived out the plan.