Monday Gray

“Still Life in Silver” – Muntinlupa, 11 August 2015

the birds

twitter

happily just

outside

my window;

even as

morn breaks,

sun rising

on grey

horizon

a world

waking up.

 

and i

pour

the first

cup

of my

day;

eyes

head

heart

all heavy

hurting

with the

length

and the

breadth

of six

moons’

worth of

worries.

 

you’d think

i’d feel

better,

i’d sigh

relieved –

but no;

and i

do not

understand

this weariness

this heaviness

a wretched

stirring

in me;

a feeling

of having

been ill

used;

left out

when all

is said

is done

is over.

 

and i

spill

my blood

my tears

onto the

yielding

page in

front of

me:

and try

to think

it is

better

this way…

 

but i

would be

lying

if i

said

i believe

that.

 

and so:

i weep

i work

i wait.