It’s heavier today, it’s leaning on me hard,
I’m scrabbling for purpose and meaning.
Everyone is out to get me, to mock me.
Grey clouds out there as well as in here.
My mind is dragging me down, fatigued,
tricking me into thinking I’m a sand bag
and that sleep will carry me through,
gliding and guiding me to the finish line.
World desperately trying to collapse on me.
Pressure, desperation, thoughts scrambled.
Ice cold worry courses through my veins.
Why now? Nothing has happened yet.