Monday, February 26, 2018

imertia, beat

quiet again
and darkness pulled
around like a too-heavy
blanket
bearing down on feet
to burden ankles
and make me 
painfully aware
of my breathing
in
and then
out
and repeat
sometimes life is a
tempered
cage
or feels like
one
at
least
cold bars and no where
to hide
yet a monotone
dripping
of time
echoes in the air
like the aware dreamer
or the cinematic ear-drums
after an explosion
i wish i were weightless
suspended in the river
but it is winter still
and canons of summer
sit snowed over
and still
and i am here without
the
will
to make my
moves
just a box of
sad clown makeup
bottom of a trunk
in a dusty hall closet
forgotten
for years
inertia slithers like
a serpent
on a deluge of
intentions,
the plans,
the list
the procrastination
of weariness
and fear
what once was conqueror
now is conquered
and tired
the white flag of
the worn out soldier
just older now
and down
like a sheet on the
ground
low
and licking wounds
that have long
since healed
but they
feel
so real
quiet again
and the darkness 
pulls down
like a too-heavy sheet
on the man
where the heart
and the gravel
meet
what once 
was
strong
is now
inertia,
beat

1 comment:

  1. Desperate need again come to naught - that place too-well-known. Wait it out, wondering still.

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