the fog

‘Leave my loneliness unbroken.’ ~ Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven

The Fog

Forlorn withdrawal enveloped,

the world seems at once maddeningly complex,

dreadful, simple and depressingly stupid…

destroying all things beautiful –

the eternal pivot on which it spins: forever meaningless.

I struggle to think, to write and I have lost all enthusiasm,

like fading into a back hole with neither compass nor light.

If only I had some energy, some direction, some faith.

I call in sick with the flu. Truth is, I can’t stand the fatigue and all judgement therefrom.

Falsehood precedes guilt, I want to get out.

Something holds me back… a dream,

elusive,

beyond the clouds.

September 2024