Winter Vegetable

Today has seen
Winter in full bloom.
Miserable.
Cold.
Dark.

Both in the world,
And within me.

I feel out of step.
Unable to focus.
A disillusioned,
Unwilling participant
In this idiotic game
Called life.

I drift
Between waking
And sleep.
Yet even sleep
Offers little.

For days now,
Dreams have abandoned me.
Passing like the void,
Featureless and black.

There should be stories.
There should be colour.
Imagination unfolding
Beyond closed eyes.

Instead,
Everything feels
Unreachable.

Where are my mornings of creativity?
My afternoons of wonder?
My nights of awe?

Only numbness remains.
Grey,
Gruel-like days,
Without flavour,
Without purpose.

If today
Were a vegetable,
It would be kale.

The one nobody likes.