Foresight

FORESIGHT Dragging myself deeper in the pit of despair Trudging through things in need of repair Wincing at the memories stinging my eyes Staring through the window gazing at the skys Stuck here in the mire stuck inside myself Feeling like I’m trapped in a box on the shelf Self imposed distance from companionship Sitting wide awake biting on my lip Ancestors tried to warn of what was to come But in my infinite wisdom I chose blind, deaf and dumb Tears upon my pillow things that could have been If what I know now I had chosen to learn then