Moribund

Sombre, noirceur, lifeless, what are we going to do? Many of us seem to be in a state of dispair as we see all around us the ever changing landscape. The news of people and yes friends losing their jobs, living quarters and lifestyles is becoming a daily illness. We all seem to be a witness of this state of despair. Stress has become a guarded enemy that follows each and everyone of us. The clouds announcing a storm seems to be hovering just above like a bride inwaiting. The pangs of painful and wrenching morose has now become the uninvited suitor. The sheer weight of all of this has left deep scars inside that may leave lasting wounds. Indeed we are unable to think clearly at this moment, sleeping has become a prison and even putting down words has no meaning of sense. The patient is being led away in a state of Moribund.