Thursday, 12 December 2024

1august 2024

A miasma
A me that isn't me
Encircled me
Embraces me
Imprisoned me
Sat on me
Smothered me
Is that a finger that tried to move?
Hold it down, you don't deserve it,

Space, existence, life

Breathe

Breath

Thought

Life

Colour

Stillness not vacuousness

Move move move

Eyelids flicker 

Light dances

Greyness grows and fades

Eyes bulge fighting the torpor

I fight me

I bribe, cajole, bargain, give in, side step, fight, push and push

I am strong 

But there are so many more of me, all equally strong

I am strong

Time

More time

Even more time

Even more time

Even more time

Tears

Even more time

Even more time

Even more time 

I wake

For today

Barely

Have they left?

The few who remained? 

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