Bleak Blank

And now,

you must see,

I’d given up hope.

As foolish, I think,

as boiling the pot.

I’ve learned not to trust

These instincts I have.

They fail, but no quite;

They’re always around.

The rabbit just escaped,

The fox didn’t run.

The tyger himself

Could not even roar.

Finished on 22-5-11