MUDSLIDE

 

Racing through the mud
To get nowhere except
Out of the mud
Sliding down
To a new bottom
With familiar twists

I have slid so many times
So many ways
I am shocked
That I am shocked
At the pain
Riveting through me
Looking up
Unable to move

I try to remember
How I recovered before
Perhaps it isn’t possible
To remember something
That never happened

I simply go on
Mourning
As a way of life
Time melts
Collapses

How many times
Can I lose
The same thing?
In the same mud?
In the same lifetime?
It remains
To be seen