Heavy Blanket

Heavy is the blanket that covers thee,

who arrives in the morning and never leaves.

Heavy it falls and heavy it is,

without the knowledge of its skills.

Slowly consuming, quickly overwhelming,

whose depth and perception never failing.

What is the message, who are these voices,

 that are strung together and greater than many forces.

What is the message that has left me blinded,

forced to look through obscure lens.

Thoughts, thoughts they are, NEVER ending,

only awaiting truths own reckoning.

When lights gone and darkness descends,

it shall wait for myself to be waken once again.

-image by national geographic:)