Painful waves of extreme grief,

Manufactured through time by the dissipation

Equanimity weighted down by all that is detrimental,

Loose hogs examining an abandoned trail

Strength drained, rancor heightened to a perilous degree,

Nowhere to turn but sideways,

Knotted up by the clutter that pervades the mind

Caveats in surplus, filling the daily agenda with disappointment

Pragmatism a dirty wash, the clothing sullied from too many days in the sewer,

The muck feels familiar, an oldie hardly golden, and terminally unsatisfying