Days of Malaise
This poem is a metaphor to the way many of us feel during the Nine Days or an equivalent time of mourning.

A raining, draining morbid day
Big, obtrusive clouds of gray
Cannot talk, react or eat
Inner light is shot and beat
Nothing works, the power goes
Cannot see beyond my nose
Thoughts of sadness fill the brain
Every task becomes a strain

Weakness, bleakness feels the day
Nothing makes it go away
Friends escape, they want no share
From misery they'll disappear
Left alone, complain to walls
The hope that was now tips and falls
Down to nothing, day remains
One that's filled with teardrop stains.

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