Fumbling

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I am alone.
Aren’t we all, though?

I have ghosty pictures in my head
of him, and her.
And they.

Show me the way?
Someone?
Won’t you please?
I can’t find it,
that damned way.

I can’t stand on both legs anymore.
I can’t breathe through both lungs.
My left eye has gone blind
The right one sees wrong.

It shows me that EVERYTHING
is like a fumbling cloud which is
trying to decide if it wants to fall down
or just keep hanging around.

I relate to the fumbling. But maybe you already know that about me.