Trying
to show
or give
some indication
life remains
inside,
but bringing it
to bear
is more
than I
have the strength
to
do.
Comatose,
but just less so.
Tired,
run down,
or simply
terrified to move.
Hiding
from reality,
or maybe just
abstaining
from the game.
Stop the world, again.
I’d like to get off,
or get back on,
or whatever.
Ambivalence;
to the point of
almost
being
a ghost.
I feel thin,
like
dragonfly wings;
a good breeze
could take me
away.
Empty.
Hollow.
Used up.
A purposeful emptiness.
Gone
for the giving,
to be renewed.
HG -2018
