Muses of Misery

Drifting mind
Slaughtered within
Its own rages
Brutalizing itself
Uncaring; damage done
Lost, calling silently
Screaming into 
Empty echoes 
Heard by no one
And surprised 
By the lack 
Of response
Heedless of its
Own demand 
For isolation. 
This vacant 
Land inhabited 
By the muses
Of misery

A Haiku From The Past

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Upon air I fly
Drifting lightly, clouds below
Light flows into night

This one came from my notes. Written in 2010, but not about air travel.