Internal litany of boredom
punctuated only by external
choruses of heavy sighs
each moment is a brother
to the next unending second
the day drags on
until the fading of the light.
Summer’s warmth departs
and Autumn’s rains beat
with monotony on dusty windows
leaving streaks
to clean another time
the day drags on
until the fading of the light.
Lizianthus in a crystal vase
droop sadly from neglect
for lethargy rules here
it permeates the air
even moving is a chore
the day drags on
until the fading of the light.
The day drags on
until the fading of the light -
When all will come to life
with the sound of your step
on the creaking stair
and the turn of your key
in the front door lock.