level

I find myself wandering
high and low through the thicket
hoping just to catch a glimpse
of the joy which was
the man I used to be

time over runs
this state which i'm in,
never pausing to question
or inquire
exactly how i
wound up here

poised upon a peak,
wavering to and fro'
as it the faintest wind
would topple this being
cast in mud
and sorrow

but with the rain
comes gray and doldrums,
harboring the slimmy and grimmy
whom none dare to provide shelter,
forcing them no alternative
but to hide from the sun


-me

cold

down again
never had faith in medicine
the smallest thing
can send me back
to a place where i frequent
an isolated site
harboring memories
which do more damage
than the sharpest words



josh b