River's Silt

6/3/2021
The anger
The sadness
The overwhelming madness
Boils and builds
Until all that’s left
Is a life
That’s passed us
Looking back
I see the slack
I left myself
To be hung or racked
What’s not clear
Is why I act
The way I act
I must confess
My hope’s run black
Dark and glum
A thread unstrung
What’s become
Is a life that lacks
Happiness
Gratitude
Thanks or gladness
All that’s left
Is anger and sadness
Madness and guilt
Flowers wilt
A river’s silt
Shards of a life
To be rebuilt
Fractions of who
I used to be
Now all I see
is dim history
of the fragile man
I used to be