Barely Anymore

Orion peeked out
Between the underlit clouds
Behind a glaring streetlight.

    The world of the stars
    Should be my friend —
    But I can barely see it
    Anymore.

Once music invited
Me to sing,
To maybe dance, to joy:

    And though the tunes
    Have never changed,
    I barely here the music
    Anymore.

The body’s mine,
The spirit’s not.
I stand here, rooted,
On the spot;
And look and listen
For some sign,
That can the truth of pleasure
Underline —

Orion seeks
A place to hide,
Although, he’s still there, dimly;

    As I am
    Barely,
    Barely,
    Anymore

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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