Poetry Project 2018: Day 33

I've been away.
Hiding in dark rooms and eating, but
nothing could nourish me.
I've been away.
Staring into the world and not seeing,
nothing could catch my eye.
I've been away.
Silent behind my body, just waiting,
nothing could wake me up.
I've been away.
Not living but not actually dying, 
suspended in nothing.
I've been away.
Waiting for will or motivation to bubble up, but
nothing stirred within.
I've been away.
Wondering if I should try harder, but
nothing could persuade me to.
I've been away.
Sleeping, but not asleep,
nothing better than my bed.
I've been away.
Not alive but not dead,
suspended in depression.



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