sunrise over swamps

sunset over melancholy seas

Poem 13 of 30

on April 14, 2013

It all seems so pointless: that perpetual refrain that lodges itself in the mind, and then refuses to leave.
There is no warning, only the sudden explosion of a storm in the mind, obscuring the sunshine with thick clouds and a fog of pain.
The light is lost from sight
so that all things are cast in shadow and pain.
There is no relief nor control: only dead hopes and suffering.


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