Authored: January 8, 2024

I see everything around me,
But it’s all a blur.

Everyone around me,
They’re all just blurs.

The people I live with,
They’re far away blurs.

The friends I talk to,
Their smiles are blurs.

Everything is blurry for a person seething with torment.

It lays out to be quiet,
You begin feeling indifferent.

The blurring fades, and the scars disappear.

You’re left with a shell,
That sees but never feels.

I’m tired of seeing.
My eyes are blurs.

Black stoic voids,
That refuse to work.