CC by me. Please do not name me.

Feeling morose
In the aftermath
After the sleep
Like so much uranium
The zing is missing
But he hunts it,
Each muddy hoof print at a time

In the angels of his better nature
He knows this adversity is for a reason
But being always on the receiving end of it,
He finds it cruel

One good idea at least…
In the light of sobriety and sleep,
We shall examine the other ones
But we are still not normal
The readjustment takes time
This helps

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