Depression #1

I woke up but I did not get up.

Among this painting of reality,

I am a pierced hole in its image.

Stoically poised in time and place

But without a face.

No desires,

No worries,

No action.

Just me.

Just a bed.

Just existance.

Sitting motionless-

Lacking the motivation to move forward with destiny weening at thy grasp.

I do not know why this passing craze chose my name today.

I do not have the strength to find the answers anyway.

So here I sit,

So here I wait.

For a new day to begin

and this time come to the call of my name across the gaze of the suns rays peering into my window frame.

Alexandra

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