But one thing there, perilous, terrifying.
A crushing and interminable loss of hope.
by a tightness in my chest, the inability
to draw oxygen from the chi in my lungs.
the nightmares from the dark recesses
into reality, ugly, malevolent, malignant.
All the todays and yesterdays dissolve into a
primeval, undifferentiated consommé of loss.
the widespread malaise and hate in our society,
addictions to money, hate, drugs, the past, work?
and everywhere one looks, there is nothing to
stop the looming destruction, what is left of life?
How does the human spirit survive loss of hope?
to survive the continual onslaught of losses, and then
another inescapable blow lands, how can hope survive?
which way do you turn, how can you possibly breath,
what is left to encourage you to stand and face forward?
How does the human spirit survive loss of hope?
You are in my heart, Terry.