Drifting

The mist hangs heavily over my mood of late

The spirit has waned, I’m resigned to my fate

Hope has vanished and the enthusiasm vanquished

Just surviving each day, am I being punished

The anxiety is terrible, I’m glad that it is gone

But this medication just leaves me empty, alone and forlorn

Sleepy, unmotivated, uninterested in the world

It’s a relief not to feel wretched, but any meaning is blurred

It’s tempting not to take it, but the fear comes streaming back

Is it better to feel nothing, if fear is the optional attack

I don’t know really what to do, even caffeine doesn’t boost

The feeling of emptiness in my soul it does roost