Red Cone(LF)#170-trailing

trailing
not at ease with trailing
too close to failing and wailing
but recently
words
many words
so much to read
eyes blurred
trying to focus
trying to paint
trying to write
trying to read
my neural pathways
are being flogged
results are lagging
I could blame the full moon
or the cold wet weather
the heavy grey cloud
over the pale blue sky
passes my window
the stare is long and slow
long into the distance
the pale blue sky
is now quite icy
the grey cloud
shot with gold
returns me to the fold