Perhaps We're Malcontents

The days grew jumbled. The standard activities,
Standard hours, shifted, not a lot, but evidently
Enough. We were always off-stride and out
Of sorts. Appointments were missed. Our
Friends were offended, and everything we had
Looked forward to eat was cold when we dragged
Our chairs to the table. We didn't sleep well,
But here's what is strange: with the turmoil
Ended and calm reestablished, our spirits weren't
Lifted. They sank even further, as what we had
Known left us bored.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-05-02 at 01:23

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Very lugubrious! Even the reestablished calm couldn't lift the spirits. Enjoyed reading this dark yet captivating account, Larry. One of your best!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Almost a dread of returning to what was, if not an actual dread.