Dawn & Dusk

A lament

Every morning
It descends
No matter how well
The previous day ends

A haze of confusion
A slowing of the mind
A misting of the window
That I have inside

To fight it
Will drain everything I’ve got
But to let it sit there
Will make my brain rot

And so I must push
Take the mountain path
Only wearying discipline
Will eventually be enough

For pleasure only provides
A momentary relief
Then the mist surges back
And knocks me off my feet

And as dusk falls
The mist finally recedes
But the day is almost over
And soon I must sleep

I close my eyes
But leave them open just a crack
For I know in the morning
That the mist will be back