Melancholy

Simple and soft I can not move

Wrapped in tender unseen melancholy.

My mental state I cannot prove,

I feel as though I have stumbled into folly.

I feel the fool for I cannot rise

And leave this constructed tenderness.

I wish to move but I cannot pry open my eyes

I lie in false comfortableness.

Why do my emotions betray me?

Nothing has happened yet hear I am.

Laying in bed wishing to be free

To be a hawk and not a lamb.

I wish to let my mind fly,

To soar among total creativity.

Yet my mind feels dry,

From these shackles I must flee.

Today will be conquered in a haze,

Out of bed I stumble and step my way.

I will move through this maze,

And I will survive till the end of the day.