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
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