History is torn​ by fog

Youth was full of fun and games The road a path my small hands made, The clock spins and time moves on Days of fun now beginning​ to fade. With each step across this crumbling bridge I fear I will slip, Falling through my mind’s maze Wondering what caused the trip. Sky is fogged and…

A hungry room

Their tangled chattering filling the space, Hungrily gulping the empty air Until they have devoured all. Chewing until only I am left, With no sense of space or purpose Waves of nonsense battling my defeated form. Sleep tugs at me, Suddenly the noises shift, pushed back by my mind Their yelps now a soft lullaby. Exhaustion cradles…

Endless cycle

Finally, you’re home. Exhausted you peel off the sweaty black heels that your boss insists are “professional”. You set your worn bag onto the floor,  its comforting thump hits you with nostalgia. Your eyes accidently glide to the bags handle, an unexpected meeting you pause, it’s slumped body singing a sad tune and you sigh….