Thursday, 16 April 2020

Force Restart

A 2020 poem


Every sinful pleasure that gnaws away at bones
Every human instinct, every flaw unknown
Every tasty morsel of every fruit delight
Every sniff of darkness, every needle night


Unaware of enemies that stalk 
Unaware of serpents that talk
Unaware of angels dressed in red
Unaware of birds residing in the head


He wakes up in the morning
This is another hungover day
He forces himself to his feet
Thinking only of 16 hours till he can sleep again


Awake, fool
Dead dreams
Feel the cross
Force restart

Image by Amit Karkare from Pixabay

https://pixabay.com/photos/restart-cushions-funny-ctrl-alt-del-2787877/

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