I find myself
Looking desperately
Towards the past
Since midsummer
Turned and went the present
Seems far bleaker
Struggling with
The right now deflating
A balloon popped
It feels like
Something that resembles
A small breakdown
The fatigue comes
Overwhelming the days
Flattening me
Diminishing
All positivity
Like morning mist
Yesterday was
Bad today so far seems
Better or worse
And tomorrow
Will be what tomorrow
Will always be
The past comforts
Days when once I did things
Beacons of hope
MAWH, JUNE 2017
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