Gray Haze
I sit here day after day Grapple with myself Refusing to do anything Useful Meaningful Worthwhile. My thoughts are like a jumble of Multicolor yarn left over from Long ago when it made sense To knit. I’ve been missing human contact People, friends, family, strangers Voices, words, long sentences that make Perfect sense. I don’t like this hall of mirrors Where everywhere I look I see myself Only distorted Shattered Broken Muted I’m floating in a gray haze Nothing to focus your mind on Nothing to walk towards Nothing to aim for Just an endless haze.