Dragging

Written July 3, 2014.

Walls bend in to press against lungs that push out dust.  Dank rooms clutter keepsakes, piling and saddening the meaningless nature of first purchase.  Old books pile up, pages forgotten, bookmarks lost.  Once thought to bring regeneration, this house now brings breathless air and hopeless redundancy.  Wakes, does, tries examines,  Coffee turned on in the first light.  Unhappy cries late at night and no new memories of useful insight...

On and on this machine spins and I, a cog, unfeeling within.