Thoughts unravel
In moments of loneliness
Or, is it in solitude?
Days have become droplets of time
Crashing into the ones before
With no thoughts given
To any meaning or certitude.
I breathe clouds,
Suspiration fogging life’s mirror.
Clarity has escaped
And there were no answers.
Is it a vacuum I exist in
Or, am I in the woods
On meandering paths
Blocked by brambles
Of tangled memories-
Some sweet, some bitter
And some bittersweet.
Where is the half-remembered youth
With its amorphous hopes
Which never furled
And withered on the wayside?
Dreams became fettered
And looked askance at love
That germinated
At odd moments
And flourished at random
To melt like feathery flakes
On nose to leave damp spots
To nurture in drought years.
In the twilight, the memories twinkled
But the smudged lines obliterated
Crystalline memories
And left one baffled,
Reaching for the tangible,
Something to hold,
Something to feel,
To sustain a life left rudderless.
Such a powerful and soulful retrospection. I can understand all that you are trying to express.. I can feel the loneliness, the wistfulness….the thoughts of what was and what might have been. I hope that your ship finds a rudder to steer you to happier, more fulfilling times. Liz
It was a bad day.