Fidget

Sometimes the lack of sunlight seems like a palpable presence.

When the sidewalk shadows creep off to either horizon and the endless lines

of well trimmed lawns becomes soft seas of grey and black,

I can feel uncallused, lukewarm fingers in my hair and on my back.

The darkness is someone to talk to, someone to recount woes to

when the lights evanesce.

Few others have witnessed my vindictive tears

or vitriolic diatribes -- this paper absorbs the moisture beneath my eyes

whilst the nights dampens the echoes of my tirades.

I am empty, I am sated,

but my eyes refuse to close.

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

Wow, Ben.. this is incredible.. such wonderful images! My favorite lines:

The darkness is someone to talk to, someone to recount woes to
when the lights evanesce.

All of it contains wonderful lines.. stark images.. it makes me want to read this over and over again to let it all settle inside my mind. Wonderful job!

[Ben Taylor]

Thanks, Lori :)

[Ravyne Hawke]

always, Ben =)