Limbo

As blinds are drawn

another sad day embers out

amidst anticipation,

waiting for something to happen.

The morsels are fed to keep hunger at bay

not to satisfy some external desire

but to engage the aching agony.

Books are open

and letters are disappearing,

how much can be absorbed

and how much retained?

The picture flashes...

to dissolve the paranoia,

and clear the fuddle.

The mind relaxes

but to welcome another pain.