I am fatigued from what little sleep I got because of the storm
My head feels empty and I have no more energy
I wish I could go back to sleep, but am ordered to do other tasks
I feel shaken and weak, I can't go on anymore
This disease plagues me with a strong grip
It takes me over and the me I know disappears into the shadows of darkness
The cure for this disease is unknown and unseen to me
The sky of blue in my world has faded to black
I feel entombed, buried in misery and depression
This world made me who I am before you
Angry, upset, depressed, not trusting, saddened
This pain eats me alive and am left with nothing
I feel nothing, taste nothing, think nothing
All I see before me are different shades of black covering up what was once
my bright future
I fear these wounds will never heal and that I will never be well
 
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