In Between
These days, happy doesn’t hurt anymore
I don’t curse mosquitoes, sprawl on the floor
Old demons are no longer welcome here
The drive to add new tallies disappears
The pain reservoir a desiccation
I’m not numb or screaming for sensation
Creativity’ floodgates are sealed tight
Containing the boundless depths of moonlight
The endless reach of the platinum sky
No blood like venom flows through veins run dry
Interminable trek, the in between
Mundaneness scarred by reminders obscene
Of sixty years slogging through life endless
Forsaken the prospects and ghosts careless
Waiting and frostbitten
Hoping and snakebitten
Black heart inertia, struggle and succeed
Perpetual motion, rinse and repeat
Forlorn, bent but not torn, full defiant
Seeking the key to unlock the present
And topple the regime of stagnation
Shatter shackles self-incarceration
I know the in between will lull and stall
Life will be saturated colorful
Whimsy tosses the coinflip decision
A fate of mania or depression
