Relentless East Wind

The wind, tonight, is relentless.

I cannot sleep, as it whistles over the roof

and rustles the trees outside my window.

With all this restlessness,

sad and lonely feelings

take hold.

So many small sorrows,

not quite eclipsed by the great tragedies.

I tell my sad stories to the dog,

and watch the nearly full moon

drift across the night.

Miasma

Despair -
mired down with hopeless
nightmarish futures

as we cannot, will not
we do not have the will
we deny
we pretend
we lie and lie and lie
lazyass and greedy

we turn over to those who come after us
dreadful prospects