Unclean

Strewn across the carpeted floor

The mess bears witness to

Struggle within

Order without

The silence of disarray

Is the most ear shattering shout.

Papers, laundry, last week’s soup bowl

Spilled onto the darkening rug

Like a junkie without his drug

No stability within reach

Only the tired remains

Of an empty faith to preach.

Guidance lacking

Soul slacking

Littering the floor

Too distraught to clear away

The destruction of the day

Perhaps, I’ll return to life before…