Ramblings of a missing mind

Lost.
Lost count, lost faith, lost hope.
Lost money.
Lost in love.

The gloomy weather reflecting
the sullen mood within
The ever-seeing eye
picking on every visible flaw
The lazy table fan stuttering
swing sung swung
The ticking of the clock
tick tock, tick tock
counting down to
the beginning of the end


The glass is half empty today.