years have passed

but the loneliness

of ghostly halls

still shadows some of my days

prior to entering I did not wave goodbye

towards yesterday’s bliss

unaware that tomorrow

would not be rote

hustling in daylight

among the anxious, the lost and the urgent

lost in the wee hours

spinning in the empty space that awaited my arrival

fear and despair

corner the revolving inhabitants of this temporary city

wandering, drained of emotion

overextended at the hand of these eventual tests

these days come to all of us

this suffering is not growth

growth will arrive from this timeless grind

hopefully soon