No motivation

No sparks

No chemistry

This place is dead on arrival I see

What I cannot do… is unsee

The confounding wreckage dispersed before me

Strewn everywhere like some wild confetti

Like a charlatan disguising itself as some great glory

That should somehow be magnetizing for me

Instead it is repelling me violently

I refuse this blasphemy

I saw you before I came to

I dreamt of you

Every time I closed my eyes

I visualized your silhouette against a backdrop of the darkest depths

My shackles like shadowy darkness in the obsidian night

Left me bound and nearly dead of fright

I felt much pressure

Then the light was flooding me

Wakening me from my dreary reverie

 

The rain has washed the grey clouds away

The birds are chirping on this lovely day

…that has me under sway

I take deep breaths of a refreshed atmosphere

You would swear those grey clouds were never even there