In the Gray

Wandering around
in the cloud of
this day. . .
mist climbs the hill,
nestles in treetops as
November wanes.
This gray has
no words.
Am I forever
lost
here?
Nothing.
Bleak.
Yes,
a pit
of my own
making.
But knowing
that
doesn’t
help.
Emptiness
yes –
but no
words no
direction no
ideas.
How can I
work without
any of
these?
What strange
nightmare
am I
living?
The nightmare
of my
mind
fallen in
on itself
with
nowhere
to go.
I wish
I were not
this person
locked in
the cell of
myself.

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