Chapter 1 - Malaise
Malaise: A general feeling of discomfort, uneasiness, or depression whose exact cause is hard to identify.
A breath hitches indicating life
The seasons calm, almost blinding
Not a single incline of strife
The sun seated up high, almost laughing
The flowers blooming in a race to reach the sky
A hand tremors, and a heartbeat quickens yet still
In such a serene moment?
Surely not!
'Anxiety perhaps?' A thought muses
Surely, you jest!
What is there to fear in this trice
Yet, the feeling deters not
Always growing and ever stout in stature
The feeling of malaise heightening in structure
Boldly mounting it's position
Permanent and unrelenting in composition
The suns rays are inviting
The warmth of life envelops in a tranquil hug
Yet, unease, discomfort, and anxiety bloom
From the depths of a place truly unknown
Happiness is meant to reside
However this depression has made itself a room
In chambers far hidden from all sides
Perhaps, that is always how it was meant to be known
Peace and termoil closely related might be it
Just maybe, joy cannot live without malaise in place
