After the Deal’s Gone Down

 

The deal’s gone down; life’s thoughts rewind,

But nothing fills chair left behind.

Quicksand for brain and body numb,

Clock turns full circle but sleep doesn’t come.

 

The light’s gone out, and the mist rolls in,

Your mind can’t function, and you turn within,

Half of you gone, but you look just the same.

Whole world changed, and no-one to blame.

 

Platitudes and tea, in equal volume, flow,

Attempt to ease the pain I’d happily forego,

But sympathetic cup can never fill

That gnawing ache, and maybe nothing will.

 

There’s TV to view every hour, every day,

But watching the box can never outweigh

The deafening silence that pervades each room

Of home now cloaked with enveloping gloom.

 

Now what to do? And where should I go?

The engine is turning, but fuel is low,

Legs won’t move, though desperate to run

Out of the dark and into the sun.

 

So here I set as life unfolds

And ponder what for me it holds

Unplanned, unwanted, answers sought

To questions better left unthought