Echoes of yesteryear’s
Blissful laughter
Fade away
As new profound
Sorrow blooms.
Disoriented in the murkiness
Of a wistful haze
Writhing in unending
Spasmodic aches

A new day is born
The mid-morning
Deceptive sunshine
Briefly kisses my skin
The sweet taste
Of what it means
To be human

The paralyzing
Feeling of unraveling
As the May icy winds whistle
Through the eucalyptus trees
Forbodes of calamity.

An endless series
Of refreshing pages
Lost in the
unfathomed depths
Of the lucent screen
Mindless automaton
Caught in a life

No expression
Only a blank stare
Destroyed morale
Acute fixation
With the *******
Cultural barbiturate
The absurdity of it all
Would be comical
If it wasn't unfortunate.

Old hopes
Conversed
In hushed tones
Or not at all

The maddening
Clock ticks
Inflaming
A sense of urgency
The pungent suffocating
Stench of death
Draws closer
And surrounds

How unsettling it is
For the sun to
Keep shining

Smiles
On their faces
Do they not see
The troubles
The shade of ruin
Impregnating the skies

Bound by limitations
And yet all they perceive
Are iridescent rainbows  
In a world without hue.

The forlornness
That lies dormant
Violently wakes
As I stumble on
Images and words
That remind me
Of what eluded my grasp
In the year hope withered

Am I disgruntled
Because I am or
Because I am not
Unanswered questions  
Inhabit my psyche
At last thoroughly consumed
By world that will never
Be mine to take.

The dark
Gave way to the light
And in the very end
The dark returned
To eclipse the light
And we gave in
To the infection
Of the treacherous dark.

In recovery
The concept of "how"
Tends to elude capture
It is the "why"
That ought to
Impel one to reach
For solid ground
As it holds
So much meaning.