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
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