Blue.

Through the window streams the natural light
Yet again I have been up all night
Want to close my eyes, get some sleep
The stress is mounting, problems run deep

Knowing where I should be, That is in bed
Still I sit here, ceiling fan rotating over head
Illness is imminent, body in a weakened state
Some relief I must find, If not create

Its like I am punishing myself, some type of retribution
When all I want is the odd problem and many a solution
All alone, the walls are closing in fast
Unsure on how long things can last

My head is spinning and has a terrible ache
Too much confusion, this is becoming a trend I must break
Although the day now is bright and sunny
Same problems remain, work, love, and family

Yawning, mental and physical reserves are spent
Now I should be relaxing, be content
I don't know what is left, or what else I can do
I do know the sky and I have one thing in common, we both are blue.