The Sun’s above me,
shooting arrows of light
As I trudge along,zombie-like,
I catch myself for a second in a mirror
I look stark, sharp
the world around me
exalting its brilliance…
I think back to all those foggy pictures
when not moving was hell,
even those lines of amateur poems I wrote
were full of vigour.
Now,when I am distinct,
my absence louder than presence,
I wish to blur…
This poem is written as part of Linda’s Word Prompt :https://wolffpoetry.com/.Check it out here.Also,good job Linda,you are awesome.