There’s no name for what I’m feeling;
Dull, uncomfortable and restless
Without the will for action.
Defeated? Maybe. With a deeper sense
Of loss; I am convicted in my loneliness
And there is no one – at least whom I know
To pull me out, dry me off
I don’t know why I stray
Sometimes so far away from me.
My mind on walkabout through the clouds;
Eyes watery, losing focus I seize
Familiar trappings.
Their warm glow like a siren’s call
Wooing me from the shelves;
Crying out to my consuming nature,
It’s safe here, everything will be ok.
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