Your heaving wheezes
On my bony shoulder,
Your angered fears
My limp empty smile,
Anxiety fatalism,
Fatuous platitude.
Outside looking in,
Inside looking out,
Eyes never meeting.
Your heaving wheezes
On my bony shoulder,
Your angered fears
My limp empty smile,
Anxiety fatalism,
Fatuous platitude.
Outside looking in,
Inside looking out,
Eyes never meeting.
I can feel a big burst of creativity welling up, like a wind-up toy with its springs stretched to capacity,ideas are elbowing each other to get my attention.
The air is filled with static, thunder creeping up, gathering pace, a little flicker of flash heralds the storm. Sparse, fat raindrops. More up there still to fall.
I have to run, I’ll be back with you after the downpour/out-pouring 🙂