BY DAVIDMURRAYLAW@GMAIL.COM

Endgame

 

 

 

 

 

 

Painting by Anna Swerts, on Instagram at annamjswerts 

 

When I go to bed

what’s left in my head

has been dead

for two or three hours

 

This is not to say

that my day

has been without play

or reflection

 

Yet, solitude places a weight

around one’s fate

bringing the date

of the end, closer.

Previous

                CircumSin

Next

                At the End of the Day

©2020 by Verses on Love and War.