Dull Pulse

The grey settles. The darkness surrounds. It’s hard to breathe. It’s hard to find rest. I sleep or stay awake to either extreme. It’s hard to focus. Rumbling deep. Shadows lurk. Headache intensifies. Excedrin Migraine? It’s not like that. Just toss me some color. Even a scrap. And a little daylight. Expand my lungs. Make my dreams bright and laughter happy. It’s hard to focus.

But I will try.