My Silly Little Sad Couldn’t Get Out of Bed Today

Donia
2 min readFeb 13, 2024
Photo by Jp Valery on Unsplash

My Silly Little Sad Couldn’t Get Out of Bed Today,
In my curtains, the shadow of the night, it chose to stay,
A weight upon my shoulders it held me down.
As I looked into the mirror, I only saw a frown.

Whispers of worries, weaving through my mind,
Invisible chains, cruel and unkind.
The world outside beckons, with its vibrant sound,
But my silly little sad keeps me tightly bound.

In the tangled web of sheets, my solace sought,
Beneath the quilted layers, my refuge caught.
My Silly Little Sad, a constant, silent guest,
Inhibiting my rise, my vigor, my zest.

Its whispers echo in the room’s embrace,
Entwined with shadows, in this secret place.
A weight upon my spirit, heavy, dense,
A barrier to joy, to light, to sense.

Outside, the world spins on its lively spree,
Yet I remain ensnared, in reverie.
My Silly Little Sad, an unyielding tether,
Binding me to darkness, to the weather.

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Donia
Donia

Written by Donia

I’m not really sure why I write, I always hated it in school and now I use it to convey what I don’t feel like I can say out-loud, enjoy.