my focus is off no fascination can I find
eyes dim of their flicker
they speak to the lost
it is unintentional but my eyes find theirs
alchemy of meditation, my medication toxic
my lucidity questionable, I have withdrawn
with nothing to hold my attention
sit with the shadows that have turned to stone in my garden of want
listless understanding my melancholy wraps around my soul
until she too goes silent
faith neverending I fear my time grows short
where I will awaken next is shaded in mystery
to be precise something is calling me elsewhere
with too much energy expelled in a careless world
the anger drains and I discover I’m not really needed








Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you graciously dearest Damian ❤️
Powerful vibes…
Most excellent…
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thank you graciously dearest Cipher I truly appreciate your presence here ❤️
Tremendous work Brenda. Always a pleasure to read your poems..xo