Dearth Sustenance

 
Crippled, pickled, plumbed and dumb, string me out for another year

It’s wet again, I’m wet again, why can’t I find the focus of yore?

Have you tried?
Yes I’ve tried

Have you failed?
Yes I’ve failed

And what has it made you into?

A forgotten dream from far away, a slow locomotive chugging onwards to the end of the fucking track

I’ll find my perspective the only perspective, and the view will be gloriously sad I’m sure

Impetus denied, even though I’ve strived through my own complex emotions
I’m finding all that’s sad, I’m finding all that’s mad to become quite palatable of late

Yet will I fade away with nothing else to say?

I doubt it

I find great strength in the infirm, great resilience within the decay

Great greatness in the slowing motion of my own pathetic endeavours

A fortified despair, which elicits mirth to raise the corners of my mouth

I will keep on, I will keep on, I will keep on keeping on

Until the bitter end of my post personal line

Forgetting all opinions of the others, fine

Quivering In stale boots no more

A chunk of cheese to the cold hard flags of the floor

Slow motions take the breath away

Forever sustained in the perpetual rain of a grim, forgotten yesterday…

Cannot detect a single tear, now that the motion has utterly ceased to be

Incessant, clement, tumbling ball of chaos down the garden path

Mud, so much fucking mud now

Stone, so heavy

Stop…


It’s time to grow again

Begin the process…