Slumped half between the blankets
a flocculency that no longer provides comfort:
a hindrance from suppressing restrictive emotions.
A fleer is raised,
soon to diminish upon inflicted thoughts.
Over analysing every aspect
whether immersed in twilight or sunrays
they thrive and persist,
until his hand settles on your shoulder.
Finally revived by the soul
who aids your recovery:
fading the sombre overcast
which compelled you to the terrain.