Spent languishing
the baking dry overwhelms, systems slow down
in the weight of the heat.
My heart in disarray
and numb
amongst a crowd, giving in
Languishing.
Each day an imperceptible ripple on the sea
and i wonder as I float
isn't this the same
as yesterday? but then I can't remember
and its time to start over anyway
these Summer days
stretch
end
to
end.
and yet
a quiet voice inside me knows
to swim and remember
your strength, is far better
than to drift upon a numb expanse.
- then any moment, panting,
there's the shore!
It's bright and teeming full of life
all you have to do, is climb out!
No, Languishing
is not for me.
Some plans shake our bones, too blinding bright;
to drift the Summer Days away
upon a flat blue sea.
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