In creeps cynicism...

I can barely remember my old ways, my old smile and those days. Let alone remember how to live my life. Like I give a damn anyway. Its only yesterday’s remorse, irrelevant to the sorrow I feel today Cold covers wrapped around a numb skull, Banging against the headboard Tomorrow’s hopelessness leers, purple and blue Grey is the colour behind my eyes. Their shining blue is my disguise Shining skin, reveals black blood underneath A corpus that’s so empty it could float Handcuffed to immobility Hidden under long sleeves of indecision And diminishing integrity Gritty dirt and raindrops fall beneath a canopy of leaves, Swaying out of reach Wetting only the cloud surrounding me Optimism falling just short