My mind is blank, my fears ripe,

With uncertainty and stupid reasons to gripe.

I used to be so preoccupied, 

Reading things, buying things,

All the lights on.

Now I sit and stare out the window,

Dimness shelters me,

The comfort of silence,

Nothing to Google,

I am among the marching soldiers.

“Stay positive.”

“It’s out of your hands.”

“Take one day at a time.”

“It could end up being better.”

“They might love you…”

All of my I’s have become They’s.

The spirit in my eyes dilute into daze.


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