Convalescence

This convalescence is false,
a lie within pills and time,
the faux-promise dispensed.

Deconstruction held distant,
patched up and sent away,
return for more glue and tape.

Talks needed and not given,
foundations left here to rot,
a house of cards built on top.

Quick fix to a growing problem,
wider and deeper, more filler,
digging deeper within the soul.

This convalescence is false,
a lie within pills and time.
Smile, the world is watching.

a miserable room

a miserable room
late afternoon death
smeared on the walls
the same old grey blue
all the dying candles
niggling neck pains
all the foisty cottons
chewed up fingernails
crumbs and dust
some papers wasted
a miserable room
and lukewarm me