dreary days

on dreary days
like this
the thought travels
with every
stinging lash of ache

maybe i died

just a spectre
of promises dashed
in this too big bed
staring up
at an uncaring ceiling
for eternity

the ache
an anchor
keeping me tethered
to a plane
where i never

outside sirens call
a strange
whoom tiss
an iron lung
a great mechanical heart
undercuts the static
with a sullen song
of surrender

2 thoughts on “dreary days

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s