The future a mist / that surrounds you / in its blinding depths.
The vivid colours of life, / things fascinating only / yesterday that you keep / forgetting, now faded / like an old photograph.
Thoughts a scratched vinyl / repeating the same / tired self-pitying track, / turning to mental cruelty / toward your self, imagine / nails on a chalkboard.
The decisions of the past / a night sky with a few / dim stars offering little light.
Low on energy, exhausted / by this heavy cloud, / yet much of the night / you dream of sleep.
With the mind you fight, / boxing with your shadow / to keep the hope alive / that this rain will soon end, / your memory awakened / to previous times it has.
