Beguiling darkness
Hides what is seen.
The vivid creature,
just a dissimulation.

The person, bold
in your gaze
genuine or false.

There is an absence of me.
My mind feels barren.
Life is impassive to me.

Somber.




Clouded.








Grim.












Isolated.















Dark.
Unable to see.
Enveloped in a cloak of my own being.
I've quarantined my life.

There is a vacancy of newness.

Get up: begin at dawn,
thought through the day,
creativity.
Doze away.
Then repeat the same.

Everyday.

My life is a boring black pit.

Nothing interesting ever ever falls down.
Nothing exciting ever brightens the dark.
Nothing can make it less of a pit.

Be the judge of what you see.
Embrace your conception
whether it's valid or untrue.