A Shift

I smiled, though my veins jiggered but I laughed out loud

I peered over my shoulder and shredders of delight

Whelmed my empty entity

It was the joy my gut had ceased

Several years ago

Feelings ripped through my self-amputated consciousness

That I had long lost my inclinations

And my burning love had almost disappeared


As I linger amid nowhere near recompense

A trembling string of nerve seem pulling me together

A lamp post ahead shines through its shadow

The joy that had made me, now crawls over head

All over with beaming echoes

The yield fails not

The path denies misguidance

What is left, but a shift?