on the wires

I live in the inbetween

before and after everything

where nothing really happens

and we take down all the lights

sometimes there’s talk of movement

whispers carried on the wires

fuelling dreams for the believers

on the platform on the screen

we think of colours and tomorrow

talk of change and maybe hope

something more than respiration

or another day to work

and whilst we wait

because we wait

collecting dust until we’re grey

we count the cobwebs

til we can’t see

and there is nothing left to say

all we can do

is think and think

and so we think until we can’t

and leave the dreams for someone else

nesting in the husks

of the shadows of ourselves

we fold into empty skulls

devoid of thought

forever dull

forever safe from hopes and dreams

forever in the inbetween.

there are days devoid of energy. the body moves slowly, heavy with the tired heart it cradles. I walk to the store to keep myself awake. the lights and sounds sober me to my surrounds and I take part in the game we all play so well. there is so much for me to want and claim and I indulge. at home I make a salad because I know it is good for me and my body. I think about the choice I can make to feed myself with food that keeps me well and energised. every morning I scan images of children starving in the streets of crumbling cities. I look in the mirror and I am disgusted by the pathetic game between my body and mind in a world of millions lacking the food I don’t want to eat. poisoned thinking stalks my every choice: I sit and watch it cloud over sense and the heart it suffocates. I pray for change and fall asleep into a chance to see your face again.