Fainting.
Fatigue.
Gaunt.
No sleep for the wicked.
Fog comes,
shrouding all.
Nothing:
Job,
Friends,
Money,
Goods.
Hair grows.
Brain waits,
to try again.
Nothingness.
Floating abyss.
Alone.
Days.
After
days,
after days.
Rain comes.
Snow goes.
Years.
Switched off.
Broken.
Time.
Again.
Waiting.
Waiting,
for the fog,
to roll out.
Sunshine?
Again?
Someday.
Maybe.
This is my: Day 126: 5 Minute Freewrite: Prompt: switch
The concept and 90% of the words were written in 5 minutes. Then I fiddled a bit.
Thanks for stopping!
Much Love,
Snook