Bewildered

Billions of thoughts wander in my mind, raving for expression;

their hooves stampede its halls with ideas too raucous to bear,

stomping its floor like crazed hordes of buffalo in flight.

Now my once peaceful carpet of green

is pounded to a slim film of powdery dust. My spirit is gaoled

in a dark, dark, dungeon:

And I, confined to this dull material world, am deeply fatigued.

So here I sit in my palace of woes, too numb to grope for rope:

This jail is walled with maddening mazes........ I am bewildered.

I perspire as legion ghosts yank at my neck with ghastly glee.

I am too exhausted to fret the searing heat scorching my skin;

It festers with burns but I haven’t the strength to run.

My breath is short from fruitlessness chasing of rabbits.

No respite from this torment awaits these blistered feet.

I am tired of visions unbothered with the auguries of doom:

Men with dreams and no wings to fly will meet no rest-

only pain and anguish......and......deathly hope.

Oh Hope, you dreary desert too sandy to raise seed:

To what lea shall I flee to rid my mind of these crippling thoughts?

Disillusionment is a planet too cold to hold life....

Ah! It is useless- this occupation with knowing.

How happy the fool must be:

The waters of a dull mind are still. The stir no storms.

2015