Sickness Unto Death (With Apologies to F.N.)...

Sadness and sickness; interrelated
     when morning comes unasked
and too soon to dispel the gloom
     it's as almost in a fog you rise
not having to wipe sleep from your eyes
     no such thing as deep sleep
high above in the tower of the castle's keep
     groping blindly as ever, trying to remember
a reason to be...
     When food tastes like cardboard,
when the sky holds no wonder
     when tears flow like rivers
and you shiver from deep down under
     you soul longs, you want to belong
but something, still is not right
     and the light of day does not always illuminate
sometimes it blinds you to what is really there...
                        09-01-10