I will come to you in your darkest hour and hit you when you least except. I will weigh you down by imagined troubles and your liveliness I shall steal.
I will arrest you with lethargy, dampen your spirits and strike you by indolence.
I will visit you in disguise. No pills, no therapist will assist. Your hands will lay idle and the less you do the lazier you will become. You will sit and stare and cease all actions. Your movements will be sluggish and then I shall conquer.
The more you sleep the sleepier you will be. You shall be distressed by unexplained sadness; depressed until you become nihilistic. “What is the point?” you will ask. And you will stop trying, sit and rest.
And I will smile knowing that I have been victorious.
For I am me and you are you. Weak, weary and sad.
Who am I?
I am one of the seven siblings, but which one you will have to guess.
Irrelevant of the piece above, do you ever get those days when no matter how hard you wreck your brain the page in front of you remains white and unblemished? Well today was one of those days for me. I have really struggled with this challenge. The Trifecta prompt was:
Idle: a) shiftless, lazy
b) having no evident lawful means of support
…and I think it has induced some form of Karma because even the internet connection went bust for a few hours!