Another night in purgatory …
the hours dragging hands of lead,
the moments stretch twixt dimensions
spent, wasted, lost and dead.
Another insightful nightmare …
of a life confused, words unsaid,
of things together never mentioned …
of insomnia in and out of bed.
Another tortured phone call …
words forced to fill the void,
assurances valid for the moment,
help keep the spirits buoyed.
Another difficult nothing night …
of written words all jumbled,
yet truth in you arrives tomorrow,
when all fears are hopefully humbled.

 

Mark Broomhall
October 2993