Uninspired

 
Today, I don’t feel like writing
because I feel like a ghost.

I’ve been floating around all day,
suspended in air as I haunt
the hallways with a hollow stare.

I’m frustrated with myself because
I haven’t been able to take care
of my fading mental health.

It feels like my legs are barely moving
and my feet are on wheels,
gliding over the floor with liquid motion.

I am permeable, one with the air around me.

Today’s theme song sounds like
yesterday’s news - overplayed,
understimulated, recycled garbage.

Static pixelation pricks my eardrums
with a sound like a siren overture.

A violin whales in boring pity
and melancholic madness.

My theme song is left on repeat
as one note blurs into the next.

A time loop of dreary rain clouds
following me around all day,
like a shadow I can’t unstitch myself from.

Gloom has painted today’s canvas
in hues of gray and blue.

My eyes remain unfocused
as all I can focus on
is maintaining a heartbeat.