An unknown contagion afflicts me,
Interests no longer interest me,
Voids are appearing in my brain,
Areas of interest fading to nothing,
Neurons stashing away my will,
Like my own brain in open rebellion,
Lining up my blindfolded diversions,
Against a blood-strewn wall,
And snuffing them out one by one,
The inside of my skull,
I don’t recognise it,
It’s a wasteland,
The voids spread,
Making me a hollow man,
I begin to consider surrender,
Too far gone.
WorldofHarley 
Symptoms of enlightenment perhaps…
Perhaps. I had feared that it may have been a symptom of burnout to be honest. 😞
The Oldschool Harlequin
Ah! I see. A bit of rest and recharge may be in order, perhaps?
I try my best to rest, but I actually feel that my writing is what keeps me going. 😅
The Oldschool Harlequin
I can relate to that my friend! Cheers