Reflections of a condemned man

As the sun rose there was no stream of enthusiasm drifting through my blood,
As the mind awakened there was no sudden pound of excitement to my brain,
As the body moved there was no spiral of motivation in my legs,
As the mouth opened there was no profoundly exciting expression to be heard,
As the eyes stared there was no intense collection of shapes and colours to encapsulate them,
As the ears listened there was nothing said to entice and pleasure them,
As the teeth crunched down hard there was no taste to indulge the senses…

This was a bleak day none should feel the like of it again,
This is my wish for us all, as it is beyond all denial that this was indeed a bleak day; a dull and dreary, sad and meek, dire and tedious like routine.

My mind shuts off, my emotions slowly die in their panic like condition they scream out aloud, “feed me feed me, I need something to make life beautiful again, I need to be fed”, slowly we are all dying, I never thought so much of it but for today, and I am dreadfully aware of it at this tediously dull moment.

Oh dear god don’t you know I’m miserable now!