Slackened sail against the current
Wolf-wail, moon that turns me
Red stain on my face blooms
The look I left behind
Malaise
Fatigue
Hunger
Exposed
Toxic
Coward
Touched with fire
Sunken leads and lost buoys
Beaten boats, broken traps
Calloused hands and quiet strength
I break with howls of pain
In mania
Depression
In lithium
In solitude
Dysfunction
The elements