Trying to tap into some
emotion.
Trying to find
one other reason
to care.
Trying to sail away
on a quiet ocean,
to no avail.
Some days
I open my eyes;
electric.
Sometimes the words
clamour for the page.
Then,
there are days
bereft of anything.
Nothing stirring
on my pathways.
There is no comfort
in the absence.
There is no joy
in the pall.
A shifting sky
of grey denials,
and no reason
for anything
at all.
HG – 2020
