Yes, the world just inverted itself.

This is my first poem in nearly 1.5 years.

The sun filters through,
Not from the roof, or the window,
But off the floor,
Yes, the world just inverted itself.

The shutter pulled down,
The window closed with doors,
The curtain pulled in between,
A darkness descended in the afternoon,
Yes, the world just inverted itself.

No clouds to cover the sun,
No moisture to make clouds,
No water to make moisture,
Only me, to make tears,
Yes, the world just inverted itself.

The sun is too bright,
The glare is unbearable,
There is too much exposure,
The reliving continues...
Yes, the world just inverted itself.