Strangling lull

Strangling lull


I feel a lull, serenity, drowsiness,
Dull, strangling me, hurts to rest,
Jaded, foggy my mind, the stress
Of failure pulses beneath my chest.

Where is the tempest?
The rush, the feeling
Of wind, of hurtling
Through waves, through burdens,
It weighed, but purpose, I had,
Now aimless, I pray for a map,
The fuel tank is leaking, I peer through the cracks,
The sun should be bright, but foggy the tracks
The air weighs me down, and nought pushes back.

My dreams still glimmer, but drifting away,
The strings they pull me with thin and decay
I see an oasis in trusting today,
It turns out a mirage and shimmers away.
My hope shimmers away.



I fumble for lanterns and lights in the dark
I clutch on to flint stones, I just need a spark
I feel a faint tug, a string becomes taught
I push myself up and I begin to walk