Poem

Imprisoned Impressions

Entropy triumphs as the world burns

Photo by Eugene Shelestov from Pexels

New gravel on the road
wood smoke billows away
reminders this world continues turning
whilst we remain

rooted in place

The atmosphere hangs heavy
a musty old pea coat
I grasp, but cannot catch
incoherent fragments

in the fog

An iron fist closes
walled around our realm
we must trust in science
at the helm for safety
as sanity filters away
to susurrating leaf songs
with the charred remains

of yesteryear

Too much time spent steeped in deep thoughts
leaving tea-stained remnants of rhymes
but not enough time to think
through heavy-headed dreams of days
awake, but not in mind
I swim to find something solid

with which to drown