My head to rest
A mind heavy pours
Of a day undone,
Factures of yesterday,
A tomorrow unkown.
I can hear them echoing

Rambling rhythms
Of desires untold
Itching within
Like fresh, bug bites
Pinching pains of regret.

Blazing saddles of hurt
Deeply cutting
Rippling my serenity
Staining purity
A grey cloud with in

Survival not luxury.
Invisible chains twisted tight,
Destinies under waves,
Raging like storms.
A strained future
Forecasted

© Joeln