Thursday, February 26, 2009

I woke up to another hole in the mattress.
The sheets were clean, but the pillowcases reeked of what i knew the day would ensue.
Following through with the motions of my daily routine,
I sunk to the slope of the bath tub.
I prayed that the world would end before i set to it. 
The air is stale, 
and i intend to do nothing more than inhale.
So i'll tighten my grip and loosen the reins;
despondency like this comes with the tides.

1 comment:

  1. This is gorgeous, ban. The last line? Sheer brilliance.

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