Feeling like death is imminent,

Taken away was all joy and life,

Not knowing how to go another inch

with the ground shifting each step. 


Waking up in a wobbly fog, 

the day’s minutes will seem like hours.

Where did the flavor of life go? 

Everything tastes so bland. 


Tears and fears and melancholy 

are the forecast for today, 

looking backwards hoping to unwind, 

the path that led to here. 


Lost in life and found by hurt, 

the wilderness seems to go on forever

walking in the blur that clouds all things, 

will something end today? 


Is there a newness to life anymore? 

Is there a permanence to this pain? 

Where must one go for comfort–

in this world replete with mourning. 


Curse the eyes that open, 

damn all in waking sight, 

Relief is only found when they shut, 

and dreams can show better days. 


It’s raining again today indeed, 

will pour tomorrow to spite the sun. 

On a frown the drops fall from each horizon, 

with a dry day of rain remaining. . 


Submitted: October 31, 2022

© Copyright 2022 Michael Chad Cleary. All rights reserved.

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I'm glad that the narrator is able to find solace through sleep as so often, when life is pulling you through the ringer, calm, comforting sleep feels unattainable.

Tue, November 1st, 2022 6:07am


Your knack for imagery is unlike any other, my friend. Very well penned.

Tue, November 1st, 2022 4:22pm


You are very generous to say that!

Tue, November 1st, 2022 3:32pm

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