Anhedonia

With hands as still 

as the ticking of time

I grabbed hold - the pill

And swallowed my pride


Four crows, taunted me

And questioned my faith

The apathy I craved 

Only brought more pain


And silence…


My vision was red

As my weary eyes rolled

To the back of my head

And  I dreamt


In the presence of ghosts

In the light of the night

The darkness that glows

As if I were home



--J-boat, @TwoJ_Boat on Instagram , 16/1/2024

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