Thursday 22nd August.

Morning breath (I yawn)
While a thought malingers
On supper's recall.
Another night's over,
As coffee steams
And crème creeps,
Before the daily grind.

On Infirmary Street,
Facing eternity,
Drudged with nonsensical pills.
Observing footfalls
On demented faces;
Chasing fleeting ideas -
So hastily departed!

Seeking a future free of strife,
Yet immersed in routes of Death,
Marching to a predictably hollow beat;
Untrue,
Feet follow feet.
Confused before a dreadful image
Afraid at the total lack of control;
Blinking back tears,
All I ever do is join the line!