Ever-dimming light

13 Nov

The weak-rayed sun drops over the terraced street

I see the cold beams from my basement ,

barred from street level footsteps, passing cars.

And as the pale clear light dwindles,

yellow lamp glow takes over, warms the cold room.

Foot steps tap in the flat above,

The washing machine sloshes and hums.

And I sit, passing Sunday hours.

And humdrum days too

as the clear cold light

of life

ever-dims to darkness.

One Response to “Ever-dimming light”

  1. Diondra at 3:08 pm #

    My goodness, this breaks my heart and speaks to me exactly where I am in my life. Thank you for sharing this poem you wrote

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