[Poem]: Revival.

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.