Feelings of a Lonely Stranger

Dull Panic

My life is becoming increasingly pointless

I can no longer prevent the tides of change

I can't prevent them because they just don't wash ashore anymore

I'm lodged in between the minute and hour hands of the clock that never stops ticking

The very same one that's counting down to the end of this chapter

But I haven't read this chapter yet.

And it's nearly midnight

It's nearly time to stop reading

I can't even conjure up the longing to read on

The will to creep out of bed and dig around for the battered torch that lies in my desk drawer

The wisp of energy left in my vessel is directed towards keeping these thoughts just far away enough from the panic zone

The area of my brain that appears an untended Garden

Wild and overgrown

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