When I gaped at the
dreams,
I yenned –
Entering an altered
state of consciousness.
Lost in a world of
dread,
The faint voice of
fear,
Halted my uneven gait.
Mind got
entwined,
Like barbed wire,
Like a pretzel.
“Daffodils, they
say, are the tokens of spring,
What are the
harbingers of an auspicious tomorrow?”
I pondered.
“Hope against
hope.”
My dumb world;
The bane of my
existence,
Answered in askance.
Without an iota of
condescendence,
The words threw
hostile glances at me,
As they evoked displeasure.
My moxie, I thought, was
long gone,
Then I remembered,
Nothing was ever
obliterated in life.
Shadows, Entirety
leaves behind,
Wiis I wouldn’t scour
myself in its totality,
Without coming to
grips with my fortitude.
Living, they say is
not for the weak,
I vowed to go against
all odds,
So I don’t end up with
thoughts of
Morrows that never
come.