Half Done

Work started with an impetus
pauses for reasons beyond.
disoriented I feel.

It is but depressing
as the days go by
without any event.

“Tomorrow will be better”,
I tell myself. That is how
I reconcile.

The day dawns
with little light
turns dark very soon.

A pain springs from nowhere
enough to make me
an invalid.

I pass the days
with hope and frustration
I sleep and wake.