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.



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