What’s There To Stir?

he lost track of where he is
he can’t find his princess
of his sense, sensibility and mission
like there’s no sun and the fun is none
the willing to stand and itch to go
the world is full of old black crows
of whether it’s spring or summer
she’s not here, what’s there to stir?
or if it’s a day or a night
no need to fight or flight
the lack of gloss of his existence
he used to be brave once

(c) ladyleemanila 2016

For: Writing Prompt #163 “Collage 25” and Wordle 252 by Brenda Warren