Day: January 10, 2015

Waste This Day

There is nothing to do in here

Time moves slowly, inches along

We’ll probably waste this day away

Like we’ve done so many times before

I’d say we’re pretty good at it

With all the practice we’ve had

We should be paid to make it look this easy

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Harbor Of Early Morning Hours

The wasted fields and battered landscape

Were all that stood in the end

The chaos, the madness and the unbelievable

Still float in vulnerable harbors of our minds

There is nothing left now

And even the packs of wild hunting dogs

Are showing fear from the lacking

Nights are long and cold

Stay huddled for warmth and for protection

From those very bad and infested memories

Which fill our lifeless and barren dreamscapes

In these, the longest, coldest and darkest times of night

© Dicky J Loweman 2015