Writing Gone Wrong

Reflections on gratitude,
and griefs of ghosts past --
Unruly mind pulled from what is required,
focus smashed into shards of hurt
and memories of a death well lived.

Hours perish.

No matter how I try to train the intellect
it drops into a bottomless emotional abyss,
words turning from academia
and serving only sentiment --
I cling to the cliffside, crying
trying
to hoist my
thoughts from the gloom
but they’re so
heavy and I’m
falling and I need to
get out
and I
can’t get out
I just
can’t get
out