Damaged

The early morning hides a

darkness inside my head,

reaching for clarity

each day and finding little;

in and out and back again

like the ocean tide

against the Eastern shore

my thoughts are,

little by little

encroaching inland

if and when

they might be allowed;

the days pass by

mostly unnoticed

sometimes heard but

not response is found

or even recorded

other than the beating

of a heart that

should not be so strong

and a will that

should not be so long

and a mind that

was damaged long ago.

4Mar2016