Purgatory

When you stop putting lotion on your feet
When your tea sits in front of you and gets cold
When you don’t play music anymore
When your thoughts fall like crabapples
All the time
Too much
Killing the grass

When the ones you want to call aren’t there
And the ones you should call
Sit on your desk
Locked up
In your cell

When gray skies are the best excuse
Or rainy days
Or perfect days
To catch up with yourself
And still be lost

When you feel like a stray dog
Walking through a field of pigeons
Craving company
While their regard for you
Provokes other cravings

When dreams are richer than life
And like being born
You can’t go back

It will dawn on you
In an overcast sky
You’re staring at the wall
Frustrated with all of this
nothingness

©03.04.2017 ebn