Poem #2,843 | A Swiss Solution

I should makes notes as I go
& so form a record of loss of
hours to rounds of troubles –
they come on overnight – my
ompholos – Pain now circles
my whole in dark hours – As
I hold this phone my hand is
rolled to stone [by giving-up
of connection] – it’ll loosen &
return to use with letting go –
that is the current prognosis
& keeps me brimmed in hope
enough to carry on – A Swiss
solution is more likely in time