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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