From 'Black Wind and other poems'

State of Indecision


It's a sick state of limbo

Mind clamors for clarity

All nerves tangle in a
Nauseating bundle

Brain cells float
In stagnant water
The foggy raw material

Stomach coils into itself
Recedes

Thought process jams up
Grinding to a halt

The state of indecision
A miserable form of slow death...


-- by Deepti Naval