On this day I am feeling melancholy.

I cannot speak.

It is as if my hands are lead

And my feet do dread

Every step.

My eyes have forgotten how sweetly

They can see.

Even though the sun rises to

Caress my heart and remind me

I am alive.

My body screams

As it talks to itself

Misinterpreting every word.

My breath does not delight in the pleasure of

Breathing

This day.