Dull Poem by Thomas Ware

I wish I could just lie here for hours...
I wish I could just lie here for hours...
I feel like nothing is worth it,
Nothing ever will be,
Only my faint grasp on hope preserves my sanity.
I know that this is just a phase.
A dreary snapshot carved from better days.
But the melancholy, the dread of life,
The knowledge of everlasting spite,
I feel it would be better to just slip away...
An ache in my chest that feels distant nevertheless,
A withdrawal of the soul from pain and darkness.
Everything feels so grey...
I lie here on my bed,
Dull wool fills my head,
Not blue nor red but grey...
We feel depression and anger,
And after these are through everything's grey...
My hold on reality seems tenuous.
Like. Like perhaps my mind is slowly detaching,
From a misty umbilical,
Tethering us to the world.
I would cut it if I could find the strength.
Energy leaching out,
Simply dust and ashes.