Done Dancing

Dark dank fog fills the cracks and corners of my failing brain.

A stifling smog obscures my waking world,

draping a leaden veil across my fading vision,

whispering wicked shadow secrets to my aching soul,

wrapping me close in a mute embrace of seething silence.

Muffled and mute limbs twitch as my once sharp mind,

now a pale glow behind cheesecloth curtains,

strives to pierce the murky shroud which now pools menacingly

around my memories obscuring names and faces, dates and places,

blurring the edges of reality, leaving only sadness and uncertainty.

Within the growing gloom, my old foe apathy lurks with intent,

a silent assassin unseen and undeterred

in a cleric’s cloak of dusty indifference, with a touch like frost

on a forgotten window where dreams wither, petals fall and deep

in the cold cavern of my core, it stills the last embers of lost passion.

Now listless limbs, heavy as ancient stones, crawl through life’s motions without purpose.

The music of the day plays on, but I hear only echoes of myself whispering

“Why bother? Why try? Why care?” and so,

my story now a barren field of lethargy,

where once I danced in flower powered energy