FLAT 47

 

            They were incomprehensible,

Insensitive, unstable – teasing

Every fable Aesop told in vain.

 

            Conjured in sad lonely

Boxes where the air is stale,

Light is intermittent, the

Depth of unfeeling rid the glory

Of a living life; a loving wife.

 

            Now acute with phobic

Fears, the here and now  

Launches tomorrows pain

Into years hid day after day.

 

            Lasting memories as

Vast as a youthful age –

Disappear into the dank, the

Fight ceases setting free another

Mind awake

 

            This existence begs

A sleep, eighteen hours bed –

Shaped, contorted thoughts,

(once agile) seek freedom

From an executed state,

Her life imprisoned, stole away.

 

 

Michael J Waite 0528hrs 23^rd February 2009.