A word of Appreciation

Listless,

Waiting for things to come,

invoking happy thoughts, know not where from

To mute the constant hum

of being listless

Aimless,

Adrift in strange waters sans a rudder

What’s to come, I consider, I shudder

Am I accustomed to lose or just getting better

at being listless

Sightless,

In bleak fog and a darker night

No measure of start or end without light

Why is there no more fright

of being listless

Formless,

I float on an invisible sea

Having the prevision that I will be free

Of sightless travel and this aimless spree

of being listless

Hope,

When turning a corner I will see

the train with the prize heading towards me

when I will rise unlike a languid breeze

But like a raging storm that washes away how it feels,

to be listless!

Month: October 2017