Acedia

The frayed remains of two daydream decades
listlessly slides glass beads across
an abacus
        one
            by
                one,

        some
are so delicate that they break
upon contact
        & the shards
                are lost
to the permanence of
    forgetting:

the Sun walks away toward the west as
each sunset colour elides the other,
            leaving behind
the blue creeping twilight
            & a shrouded moon

like
                a widow leaves flowers
at the grave of
                a secret lover.

Ignorant of all but their game,
the frayed remains
        sees nothing beyond
            the broken glass,

trapped

in a present moment
       empty of all content:

a skeleton
 
with hollow bones.

Melancholia

All these years;
the days spent waiting,
        hours just staring

at the walls.

All these years
of blunted & fading,
    wasted & wasting

melancholia…

I push my hands against the sides
of my skull & somehow
    somewhere between them

words form
& disappear…