I’m lost in the sea of grief..

so deep that i know

no longer which way is up

and which down…

i’m climbing stairs..

but I know not whether they ascend

or descend into the whirlpool

that i often talk about.

Too little grief means

not enough time

as i’m hurriedly trying to

smile while the phase lasts.

Too much grief means

not enough motivation

to write down the thousand words

gurgling within.


PS- I assure you (me, that is) that I shall be back.. maybe frailer, maybe older, maybe better, maybe happier.. but back nevertheless…. I’ll find my motivation to post poetry once again, just like I found motivation enough to make this banal post..