View From the Ceiling (Repost)

Daunting dark illusions flicker, as the graying fog grows thicker, getting older, daily sicker, Xanax makes the days go quicker. Confusion is the daily norm, covers cannot keep you warm, dreams denied cohesive form, manifest, though not earth-born. Days and nights no longer clear, harken back to yesteryear, solid objects disappear, even though they were just here. Defeated, see the spirit rise, behold the body where it lies, it was, you see, an earthly guise, and one not known for long goodbyes. ©Danielle White