Darkened mind, where have you run to?

Hideous thoughts, why have you ensconced abroad?

My pages are empty. Blank like the summer's sky,

where the clouds dare not swim, and the rain is lost over the horizon.

Amorphous soul, in what silhouette have you disguised?

Equanimity has sickened me and purloined my secrets.

I stare in the mirror, eyes filled with detriment and disdain.

Where is your heart?