Why I Will Not Get Out Of Bed Poem by Justin Reamer

I lie awake,
The ceiling before my vision,
Watching the specks and dots
Dance together on the surface,
Creating images from pointillism.
Despair lies before me,
Weighing me down like a dumbbell.
To get up is exercise, tiring work,
To face reality is my fear,
Unready for anyone to see me.

Lost in a dark tunnel,
I can't see where I am,
No light to guide me anywhere,
Weighed down by pressure,
I collapse from fatigue,
No longer capable of moving on.
So, I lie here, exhausted,
Lost in despair,
Unable to get out of bed.