Chimera Bunker

Awoke void of word,
no thoughts worth sharing;
no poems flowed through pen.

Then paused to reflect upon
if this meant life would now end.

Silence never was my friend,
though we spent some years alone
inside home and mind within,
I'd not desired any friend
(and none sought my attention).

Safely in bunker den
armed with pen and keyboard,
scrolling of festive times
yet none I'd ever seen.

For me chimera's fine;
mind's vicarious trips
were all I'd need to give
myself the 'will' to live.

Somehow felt there might be
slight possibility
of helping folks in need;

those now hiding out,
hunkered down inside
some trench just like me.

But with no word nor sign of muse
this world to me; one mute abyss
of swallowed hope and all that once
mattered to me one time is gone.

Subdued my will to carry on,
then took big sleep
so I could dream

of new abyss
where I could pen
of how this life of mine should seem.