I Bask

Struggle in a puddle, unseen, unheard,

Mind in a muddle, aimless, perturbed-

The longing for death and rebirth,

Peace and sanctity, love and mirth.

Loss in belief in life’s worth,

Exhausted of imagination to keep me on foot,

When nothing as such excites you,

When you feel you are walking yet drowning.

Feeling like an empty cask,

In the sunshine I bask.