Journal #227 – Just is

The sun rose dressing the world in yellow warmth,
yet it looked all grey and black;
With all my might, I rose and tumbled out of bed,
only to fall back to my bed’s embrace.
Taking action, I rose yet again to battle this demon,
barely winning; I still try.
I am hungry yet a gate sits between me and what I consume,
ensuring only minimal entry.
I moved as though a black hole is my companion,
ever so eager to suck me into its cold, empty stomach.
I play yet I feel empty, joyless.
I talked yet I feel meaningless and anger.
It just is.