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March 23, 2015

Where did I go
The one who used to while away
The hours, trotting around the crevices
Of imagination and lives that could be lived
Molding an existence, smelling of play dough rather than settling like stone
Like now
Like the person who sits
Headphones on, heart turned off
Brain disconnected by the everyday slog


And where did the promise go?
Leaking out of every orifice
As time pushed on, like gall stones
Irritating the tract before painful expulsion.
Where went the light?
Not ever present, but in glimpses
Now eclipsed by nights spent
Coupled but crying
For something which couldn’t be articulated
But whose absence left a void


Where went the life. Before it drained
Like a bunged plug hole – all debris
Sifting in the middle of the whirlpool
Where went the will.
Will it ever return?


The odds stacked against.
Realism caught like a seed between my teeth.

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