Sonnet: Wretched night. An unfaithful recollection

A happy birthday. Too late.

Writing with a handicapped pen,

Reaching my destination -- Nowhere,

Imagining a world without men (*),

With no vehicle to take me there,

Empty-headed, but full of thoughts,

Level-headed, but 'here' feels hot,

Such drives me crazy without a cause,

Equipped with a map, but still I'm lost,

Maddening laughter from all four corners,

Counting down the ages of my incompetence,

Ridicules ache from my life-sworn lovers,

Left me a dead dog all emotionally beaten,

Just then I woke up, all revived and unhurt,

But anxiety stalls, this is neither the last nor first.

- Leon / Stu. T.H. (February 1, 2024)

Author's Note

Notes:
(*) men: here refers to humans in general terms.