A different view.

Today seems a day where the heart can't relax,
I am waiting for some warrior axe,
Slicing through everything I know. 
I cannot feel my usual flow.
There has not been the usual joy,
And this is not just me, being my usual coy.
There has been a build up of cold and black,
and it feels like you cannot take them back.
I just have to wait until the seep away,
and so it feels like such a waste of a day.
Even though the sun now comes to being some light,
I feel that I should say goodnight. 
Start the next day, tomorrow, anew. 
When maybe I'll have a different view.