THE ANVIL ON MY CHEST
Watching the world go by…
dreaming of an excursion
A way to escape this dark room,
But for this big black anvil,
Crushing the wanderlust in my chest.
Each day that dawns
Taunts me with iridescent skies,
Come play with me,
But this stone of Scone…
Bids me to stay,
Tarry awhile, let the world go…
There is nothing there for you.
Nothing will come of nothing,
I say to nobody in particular,
and know the answer lies within,
but I can choke off that reality,
Because without you…
nothing matters more
Than the empty vacuum of my soul.
A RESPONSE TO THE BIG BLACK DOG.
DALE ‘M’ WE WITH ‘J’