The Curse of the Blahs

I feel like
a burden
Like an anchor,
holding down a ship
And all i am doing is
Letting the waves beat against me
eroding me
ruining me
There's nothing i can do but
watch, and let it happen 

My chest is very
heavy
As if i am carrying
A ton of bricks
They clash against me
and i do not sink
or fall
under the pressure
Instead i give the heaviness 
A home 
As if it is part of me,
and i am a part of it

My head is a
maze
A series of lines
unconnected
Yet all sending me
these messages,
these reminders.
I am stuck
with no way out.

I feel like a painting
in an art gallery 
that has been deemed
irreparable.
As my beauty has been
stained
and tainted
Too far beyond any
recognition. 

I have a curse
and it is casting a 
blanket of darkness
over me
It is shadowy, and quiet.