Poem: MOROSE

Silence wrestles me
My eyes,
Arrested, by
Unseen forces
Is exiled to gaze-land
My mind rampage
Against things that nag me
Causing a sickening sensation
In my belly

My being
Rebelling against
The present
Rues the past
Craving for better days
Longing that
I become more

My mind
Finding none
Or complex answers
To the puzzles
In my trance
Returned
To its stool
To liberate my eyes,
From its exile