The Weight I Bare

Here I am this morning laying on the sofa without any strength.

I am simply motionless.

I try to lift an arm or a finger but it’s all useless,

Because this giant black mass is sitting on my chest.

It’s weight is hefty as hell.

No wonder why I don’t feel well.

The sun keeps going down,

And here I am still fighting this entity that’s sitting on me.

It has to let go of my body before I breakdown.

Despite all my efforts,

I’m still frozen in place on that sofa.

The stars have now appeared to me in the sky,

And this demon will still not let me go free.

The only thing I can do now is cry while the night goes by.

How will I ever get up and be free again?

The sun has risen once more.

And this ugly black mass is still on my core.

It’s energy is endless while mine is at shore.

My mind is strong and wants to fight

But my body simply refuses to see the light.

The only thing left to do is wait for this demon to release me from its grasp.