Lost
I open my eyes to morning mistreality swirls around in heavy fog
unable to tell from where I've come
fearful of any direction I may take
Soon sunk into a bog of indecision
the quagmire of uselesness sucks down
pulling and sucking until all is paralyzed
the urge to just go under overpowers
Alone in the dark night of the soul
any cry for help is strangled by
fear of appearing weak, unbalanced, unable to
carry one's own load in life
Out from the mist, from the other side,
a friendly voice encourages trying some more
as a breath of fresh wind blows, the fog clears, bog dries
and the way I came and the way forward
all makes sense now.
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