Towards its end, this
creeping malaise.
When I returned from a
distant place, intending my visits to be much more frequent, I never
expected what would come next. Or rather, not.
Dangers and secrets
around each turn, fatalities was impending but eventually averted.
Enemies await in every
direction. Many hidden behind many obstacles.
To ones alarm those
intended, tasked and rewarded to help also become one's enemy.
In all three hundred
and sixty degrees someone or something lies in wait.
This three hundred and
sixty degree war abounded along side my own internal battles between
the basic animal drive and the intellectual that resides within.
One wonders to how many
battles any one man or woman can face simultaneously?
What one least expects
is the aftermath of those that were the biggest of battles.
A long silence. Long
indeed.
Tasks and jobs invented
to be free of the silence that surrounds.
When all else is dealt
it be the meteorological events that do battle. The days are grey in
a time for sunshine and heat waves.
One often dresses for
occasions that never arise or visited.
The in-betweens are the
most difficult an hazardous of periods to navigate. One wonders often
how unsafe the travels before me.
It not be mortal man
that poses any kind of threat. Much greater and more immediate
dangers lie in wait and ones that one cannot physically battle.
Those intangible be the
worst.
Held together with
fragile silk threads pulled taut.
The flickering flames
that threaten the holdings in place.
This one never claims
perfection and has their own personal demons to battle that are no
one else's affair but one's own.
But energy now drains
and all too frequent.
The world appears grey.
Heading towards its end
one hopes.
This creeping malaise.
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