Inertia 1771
Instincts suppressed, what's best? to rest unstressed,
Neglecting much, touch, scent, taste waste away
Efforts unjustified, denied, unblessed,
Rewards and fairies exiled yesterday.
Time winnows second-thoughts, chaffed tears descend
In drops, in streams, in floods, yet seldom seen,
As vectors for communication end
In gridlock matrix vicious circle scene.
No conscious effort made seems worth the toss,
Energy drains as pains are self-consumed,
Rise and shine to sighs and whine show loss
That filters through grey haze maze unassumed.
Inertia's apathetic curtain closes
And draws dark blinds behind mind lost to roses.
(30 September 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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