Cold Backwaters of Obscurity

In obscurity
I reside
and hide

Toiling
through the cold
backwaters
of obscurity
As dark depression
saps my sullen soul

Only a few fine friends
know me

Still
largely unrecognized
though there’s many fans-
unraveled threads
The goods not sent as advertised

There’s more out there
Somewhere
lurking in the deeper waters
where the lure on money waits
gilded baits

Too rich a fare
for me to dare

A fatal quirk
perhaps
knee jerk

How do I react?
Published works unsold
Darkness taking hold

Is it reaction to my work?
or lack of it?
That spins me down a hole

No reaction at all

I
hit
a
wall

It takes its toll
I can’t control
as my ranking
drops
drops
drops

Obscurity
in the cold backwaters
I reside

The fogs begin to roll in
wanting to swallow me whole
as I sink
deeper
deeper
deeper

Towards the pit
Where I now sit
For it
Wants me to die

I cry

BEGONE!

To no avail
I can’t shake it off my tail
I fail

NO!

My spirit rales
rallies and prevails

I will fight the thought
depression brought

I won’t get caught
In the lie

At least I’ll try

Obscurity
In the cold backwaters
I reside

But here I’ll sit
I’ll do what I do

I’ll write until I’m no longer blue

Because
I know
Someday the sun again
Will show

I know

I know

 

Author Notes:

Maybe I need a break

Author’s Photograph

Synergy of Poetry and Verse. Author, Poet, Photographer

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