Hoping to Find the Port of Refuge

On a treadmill of unfulfillment

Photo by Jimmy Conover on Unsplash

Lost out at sea,
once upon a time;
the dark blue mist
enveloping and stifling,
the haunting skies,
barren of luminaries and light,

The tide is
surging and
unforgiving,
draining the mind of
delight and drive —
helplessness echoing in
the salty breeze.

And the knees weakening,
a vacillating mind filled with anxiety,
numbing and paralyzing,
roaming about on
an uninviting beach.

A rudderless soul am I
on a wild wave of perplexity,
awaiting the dawn of
meaningful beginnings that
never arrive.

Searching relentlessly,
endlessly for
the next success story,
but each victory a banality seemingly;
a tenuous treadmill of
delusional success,
spending, and deception —
possessions the scoring method.