Inertia

A second flood
Retraced the first,
Floating debris,
Memories hurt.
Inundated
By the third,
I ran for miles,
Through copse
And dirt;
Levy bursting,
Cells submerged.
I resurfaced,
Alone, inert.

Haiku #569 – #574

569.

There’s no need, dismayed,
I guess I was always this way.
Inevitably,

570.

You used to say,
As inevitable as
Ice, December lake,

571.

Before cracks appeared.
Seven unopened presents,
One a year I bought.

572.

A jigsaw puzzle
Of scenes I don’t recognise,
With a missing piece.

573.

It’s ok, don’t say it,
I know when I’m wallowing
See it in my veins.

574.

I’ll not lose an arm;
My three existential limbs
I’ve already lost.