Eugene S.

Boxes II

Here I am just lying here
Light from outside creeping in
From under the blinds
Trying to find the way in
Shadows finding the corners
I wrote about this once before
Three lines connecting...

The dream was sordid
But there were interlopers
Intruding, deflecting, engaging
But only for so long
The journey had to be made
The passage through the door
And the grime that lay beyond

But melatonin ran out
And here I lay, just me
With no excuses, no one to blame
A silent place, even with me here
And the wringing of my ears
Trying just to fathom
The meaning of it all