The suffocating blahs

+ The Suffocating Blahs +
This falling lift well emptiness inside me
Roll of depression empty
No reason for this dark season
No outward delivery vehicle

These tides wash through me
Leaching joyous sponenatity from my bones
Day grows dull and unloving
Day stretches cruelly elastic

The sharp biting grow dull
All into numb bog of blankness
Disconnected behind walls of oppressive fog
Lost inside all movement a struggle.