Seize the Day

Before the day unfolds from crumpled sorrow prior to dawning yawning fake cumbersome fawning’s creases nocturnal tossing turning ragged motion rigor ante mortis refuses to leave the sheets and pleated feat of forlorn furrows of a haunted mind and soul The tired hangman’s girth and girders glide crushingly from heaven while moon shadows’ frizzled fragments show no mercy reflect the blinding darkness’ solar soaring cannot quench the thirst that is no more as grimy star dust descends in acrid shivers on the burning frosty condemnation A pillow case draped round the neck perverts the petting pecking order of a reckless needy comfort long past the passion of redemption’s kiss burst bent spent and hollow the cotton duvet draped in remorseful sores blends easily with heavy weights and suffocating nothingness of dawn When shadows leave no reflection as mirrors of the past and present cast no more glimpse of prism when compressed condensation remains the only lonely companion left to soothe like grating acid wounding scabby scars all light goes out and vanished freedom plies it’s murky clarity again