Sentimentality

How we long for the days of dearest delight – Inspiration – baloomp! – throughout all the night – Our eyes start to water – tongue tips in pain – Clowns at a table – thoughts all in vain – The abyss claws at us – we want to crawl out! – But we are stuck – nothing inside but doubt – Searching for tweed long torn to shreds – Hoping for the void as we toss in our beds – We hate it all. Dreadful memories continue to call. This is the end. There’s nothing for us anymore. This is the end; the abyss beckons 21 May 2022