Wednesday 3 August 2016

Cornered

Emptiness of a stubborn ceaseless
Dripping faucet through the night;
Rattling of a tin of leftover candies
Rolling beat down a mossy slope;
Silent sinking of a leadened chest
Spiralling full down a dark abyss;
Noisy chaos of a terminal in limbo
Alive with breaths but dead of life;

Awake shut eyes straining for rest
Incoherent mind yearning for quiet.