Downward Spiral

The fog murks its way in front of me daylight fades into a lurid glow. I drift loose as stones lost in my mind hanging on to sanity by a fragile thread. There’s a hunger within me that won’t abate to fix my personal planet to a fiery star, ride its path around the universe along with other constellations lighting luminous lamps burning the darkness. Through an astrological lens, I pierce the sliver of a half-moon gleaming beside my star prods me to relinquish a pervasive sense of hopelessness creeping into deep pools of sadness, losing myself totally and I am left with nothing but a mere whisper of dust. I latch on instead to the tail of a comet hoping to land myself into a glorious sunset but it speeds us through space plunging me on a downward spiral toward a stygian oblivion. @jjote 022121