Sometimes it’s hard to remember I’m living.
When the days go bye so slowly
without that wonderful hint of change,
the once comforting air turns hostile.
It’s stagnant. It’s hard to breathe.
It saps my energy at the same pace
a leaky faucet might drip water.

But my room doesn’t have a drain,
it’s slowly been filled to the brim
with this sour, depressed...