Black day

The eddies that swirl about my feet
Are dark
Foreboding
Thick and viscous

Clear pools appear
Changing faces float within
Scenes of past lives flicker
Visions of the past

The future holds no hope
I am left unchanging, unmoving, unlearning
As my past hails me
promises to heal me

figures dance a tantalising dance
I see them love, learn and grow
They are alight with life
While I dim in comparison

Stuck in a rut
Rotting

Anger is not being able to be selfish
Frustration wells as I feel guilty about being selfish
Unhappy sacrifices are useless