Are We Coming To The End ?

Are We Coming To The End?

 

Are we coming to the end of

Nothing to say?

Demons,

Old friends,

Torture you

 for days and weeks and months on end,

 You greet me with a scowl,

Receive my touch,

Lukewarm acquiescence,

Embrace me

Fleeting toleration,

As one embraces

stitches or the dentist’s drill,

(“it’ll all be over in just a minute…”)

Waiting for the end of the experiment,

Willing to endure it

for the sake of  some ambiguous, and suddenly quite vague, ideal,

Uphold and transfuse some bizarre image,

Real time representation of an old dream

Replaying itself incessantly in suburban houses

 High rents,

Too many chores to do,

Dogs to feed,

 

 

Are we,

Am I,

coming to the end of

Nothing to say?

Becoming willing to say

“it’s just too hard.”?

The people we were

who chose to leave everyone we knew

chose to love,

Have grown up,

Grown older,

Passion has yielded to comfort,

The animal has been domesticated,

Has trouble living indoors

Living alone

Alone with you

 

RWR