Dark hours of the morning
Spent taking loneliness in the chest.
Solidifying inside you
In a way you can’t remove.
Nights pass like wind through the leaves;
The darkness descends.
Leaning on us.
Locking us inside.
Tea stains and cigarette breath –
A faded spirit in the dawn.
Thousand yard stare,
Lost through the walls.
And the clock ticks,
The clock ticks forever
In my mind.
© 2015, Gavin Zanker.
Photo by Lewis Dowling licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic.