Dark Days

there are certain days
bleakly grey and dreadful
as if something awful
is just lurking around the corner

a dark cloud hangs above
my already muddled head
and the world seemingly
distant as if in a dream

my emotions are anaesthetized
coming out inadequate, apathetic
unable to connect, a bit unsure
apprehensive and conflicted

a truly desolate state of mind
growing indifferent and aloof
unable to fear, love or hate
an existence detached and forlorn