Creepin’ In

I feel the darkness creeping in as the Sun grows lazier in the sky. 
Without its heat and light I begin to feel compressed, as if I 
wear an invisible backpack, ever expanding and filled with cement.
It weighs me down, never decreasing. It never relents. 

Days turn to nights which never end. The darkness consumes.
I wake up and fight my way out of bed. I shuffle through the rooms
of my house and out the door. I blink and the darkness is back again. 
I throw my work clothes on the floor. It's too much work to put them in the bin. 

I feel my body wasting away beneath the ever growing weight of the darkness.
I have no will to brush my teeth or take a shower. I long for the caress 
of warmth and sunlight that will evade us until the death of winter in the spring.
But for now the parade of darkness is the only and all-consuming thing.