The brightness of the morning sun has changed
its hue from gold to blue, stormy clouds hang
overhead to emphasise my aching head,
and I look out upon this day, a gloomy start,
charcoal grey, visions of the night gone past,
twirling, swirling moving fast, body wrecked
no mind control, cant concentrate just
deviate, did I do that? did I say this?, recollection
gone amiss, lost in space,, a mind race,,,,can't
muster up the energy,,,,,resigned to it,,,what will
be will be,,,, cocooned in isolation,,, this sorry state
thats my creation.