The Constant Hours

The hours are constant

and monotonous, picking away at 
my head like a crow at a carcass 
sprawled out on a country lane, 
tiresome yet 'beautiful' all the same. 

My mind melts... 
in fits of overwhelming boredom, 
like someone prodding, probing,

fidgeting, forcing, baying
-laying siege to my deepest thoughts. 

God! I so long to be back home! 
Back in my own humble abode, 
with the girl I love at my side,  
the kids playing full of life,
Those simple things I miss when alone.


© Darren Oxton, All rights reserved, 2010

Reviews

[LitBlogger]

Very nice. I loved the way you used imagery and personification so beautifully. Great Job!

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

The hours are constant

and monotonous, picking away at
my head like a crow at a carcass ..that phrase was very original and very good,i liked it very much,at times minutes just don't seem to pass..