Anhedonia

Anhedonia
To me, Anhedonia eventually made its way
I am powerless to accept or oppose its stay
With a gentle kiss, it draws out every iota of glee
Leaving nothing but a hollow emptiness which is me

Comforted in my discomfort I am made its home
I am rocked to and fro on its laps; I am alone
Remembering the child once carefree,
feisty
Wondering how it morphed into a listless entity

Fighting is like struggling when drowning
Weary, hands up as into the deep I am drawn in
I know better than to tell or say something
Shame and regret won't stop pouring

As bright and sunny turns dark and boring
And fun things turn thorn pricks
Pleasure, emotions cemented with bricks
A forceful intrusion and soul pairing

My eyes and reflection displays the coldness within
My silence:loudly it constantly screams
Anhedonia is alive and real
When will you begin to communicate, what you think, see, and feel????