Foggy Future

For DVerse’s quadrille Monday #56, for which the word is muddle. I’m not quite as lost as the poem suggests, but this is semi-autobiographical.


Foggy Future

So many voices muddle the meaning

Of my life, unprompted opinions

Coming in, dimming my soul’s light.

 

Or trying, for I’m fighting.

 

Even in my own mind the options try

To compete — which one’s for me?

The past is a morass — the future foggy .

 

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