Down

Days not leaving the bed Feeling helpless and pinned at the core Like there’s a threshold that's been past…a point of no return Mother Nature’s scale is tipped in others favor Why? Why me why now You must know you have the wrong address Come back later when I’m prepared Shake it off they say…It’ll surely pass But the black amber fog still persists Like an ever incessant hound on the chase Forever ensnared in its overzealous jaws Gnashing away at my brittle bones And sucking the marrow of the will to live Oh why must I feel this way Witching hour you are my only friend For you and you alone I can always count