The Wilderness Of Illness
Lost. Alone within the wilderness of illness. Quiet collapses, countless lapses. Thoughts trapped, suffocated by storm cloud skies. I’ve lost the route I once designed. Lightning whip-cracks crooked lines. Paths split shapes, questions collide, decisions divide. Thunder booms break and bruise belief. Another day without relief. Rain falls, rivers rise. Landslips slide and doubt confides. Confusion’s now a river risen. Unripe berries shake within winds of indecision. Mountains move echoes within my mind. Lonely choices, incessant voices. I’m lost, far, off-track. I must adapt to a compass cracked.