years have passed
but the loneliness
of ghostly halls
still shadows some of my days

prior to entering I did not wave goodbye
towards yesterday’s bliss
unaware that tomorrow
would not be rote

hustling in daylight
among the anxious, the lost and the urgent
lost in the wee hours
spinning in the empty space that awaited my arrival

fear and despair
corner the revolving inhabitants of this temporary city
wandering, drained of emotion
overextended at the hand of these eventual tests

these days come to all of us
this suffering is not growth
growth will arrive from this timeless grind
hopefully soon