Desperado

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When time and perception are misaligned, days become hazy and reality becomes an illusion.

Days
Of quiet desperation

Time stands still,
Day to night, night to day,
Nothing done, nothing happening

The day is just a hazy blur
Black and white, and mostly grey,
Nothing is real or true.

Nothing but the leaden weight
Of a heavy heart,
And the choking lump in the throat.

Despair of an empty mind,
Deathly silence deep inside
Not feeling, thinking – anything.

The pain – of being invisible,
Looking with unseeing eyes,
Darkness and unreality

Desperado.

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