Untitled Word of the Day Poem #27

Dense

a bitter taste in the mouth

fog shrouds

unable to see the path at my feet

stumbling over broken flagstones

concrete juts to the sky

what happened here?

Where am I?

Am I lost in a new world

or the old one?

Unable to see 

unable to focus

on what is before me?

Time is ever fluid

moving 

forward

backward

sideways

never knowing what will be born

what era will be relived

only that the fog encompasses me.

Struggling

eyes blinded by darkness

futile 

to see what is before

for that way lays madness.

Do I drop?

Do I curl?

Do I scream to the skies?

Bear witness to my fear

my shriveled husk

chained 

to this black rock you call a heart.

 

March 19/19

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