Shambling
Twilight falls early
as my portable threat bestirs itself
The rat is hungry
and happiness hollow
time a burden
The day’s end is a failure
when sleep is not a refuge
(or trouble at t’ mill)
and back at Go
I hit the ground shambling
and pray
Jan 04
Copyright © Piers Denholm-Young | Year Posted 2016
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