Sidling along beside myself,
inside the gloom;
the grey clouds suck out all my blood.
We become too pale
Of energy, used to have it all;
dreams fall down
still glimpsed, in spurts
until stood up.
You won’t be standing up
for all that long this year all told,
Harley Quinn: Preludes and Knock Knock Jokes
Karl Kesel, Terry Dodson, and Rachel Dodson