Heavy

Out of the depths The bottomless pit Eyes squinting Scraggly beard What day is it… Bills piled high Along with the dishes Lawn getting long Loved ones neglected Faceless oppressor Air slowly leaving Until there’s nothing left But a fragment A memory A figment of the imagination Once was laughter Now silence The kind that cuts like a dull blade Slowly and poorly Life like shattered glass A jigsaw puzzle never to be reclaimed Foggy haze that surrounds Never lifting No reprieve Heavy