The light is hazy,
The world is faint,
The edges are all smudged,
Like a watercolor painting.

The sounds are muffled,
The words are lost,
The meaning is all jumbled,
Like a broken record.

The feelings are muted,
The emotions are numb,
The heart is all frozen,
Like a winter’s night.

The mind is foggy,
The thoughts are slow,
The senses are all dulled,
Like a sleeping pill.

I am lost and alone,
In a world of blur,
I am fading away,
Like a dream in the morning.

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