Headache
The day has been too long.
The promise of a scented dawn
Lost its fulfilment in the dazzling brilliance
Of a hot, bright sun
And the tingle of a moment’s rapture
Flowed rapidly into the throbbing pulse of insecurity.
Noon stretched nerves to a breaking point
And tension clung to the midday air
As clothes stuck damply to the sweating body.
Sunset brought relief, as a peaceful calm
Settled down with the night.
In the silence of my new-found freedom
I gaze upwards into infinity
And contemplate the knowledge
Fixed in the striking monochrome
Of Christ crucified against a paling moon
While in his dreams, man savours
The rotten splendour of success.
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Contest: Impress me (with a poem I haven't read yet)
Sponsored: Poet Destroyer A (2014)
Placed: 5th
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2014
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