Poetry (5)

You weave the words of saints and seers
In patterns thought to please
And move emotions through the gears
To give…

You didn’t use to care about
Your bank account one bit,
But, now your money’s running out,
You’re forced…

You used to think the universe
Was looking out for you,
And nothing bad – no blow or curse –
Could touch…

And something’s died inside of you,
Or, else, it’s been replaced
By that in whose long face you flew
Because it…

This feeling – call it “joy” – is new;
It’s not been felt before.
At least, it’s not been felt by you,
Not in…

And so you wake as once before,
And thoughts and feelings fill your head:
You think at first to know the score
But settle…

So now you feel as if you’re trapped
Inside your age’s cell,
And all your energy’s been sapped,
Your peace…

And now you come to realise – too late! –
This hasn’t been some desiccated run;
Your life’s ticked by with every passing date,
And, sure…

The stillness in your brain is of the kind
That settles on a person who’s expired;
It feels as if a stone weighs down your mind
And lugging…