Aching

Limbo mind set has again returned. No joy remaining as none was earned. My life is as ever but four shades of tan. Eyes cannot focus, no longer give a damn. As I lay on sofa, all energy has now waned. Each moment is repeated, feel useless and shamed. Every second now counted all much the same. Each minute anticipated but no excitement came. Few breaks in this my so monotonous view. No feelings of excitement, not even incentive to make a brew. Here I lie immobile in a perpetual loop. A pigeon now caught in a lifelong coup.