Blank

Bound to my gurney by straps of lassitude, I lay immobile, Poisoned by quiescence, my eyelids fruitlessly petition for strength, Hours of dormancy pass and pass again, As predicatively as the monotone ticking of the clock, Recalling memories of these days are but hazy coruscations of temporary consciousness. Recording only the fading evolution of the days light on the wall. Fading shades of titanium white, Falling victim to sun kissed ambers, I only arise to granite, charcoal blindness. The world is quiet now.