So here we are

Stagnant from the day before

There’s murk and I’m blindfolded 

But i wouldn’t let a star knock my door

No doubt I’m jaunty

But i let sadness garble 

It’s insatiable appetite to straddle

Has made me a pregnable marble

I do find solutions 

But mostly I find the founts of issues

From sprawling to jittering

I feel like I’ve run out of tissues

My eyes are open

But I’m blurred to reality 

Reality becomes my semblance

To a world scarce from sanctity

I often cage myself 

Into thinking,”When will I be free?”

So I’ll just try to get a good night’s sleep

Or not? Let’s see