THE ANVIL ON MY CHEST

ANVIL

 

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’

3 thoughts on “THE ANVIL ON MY CHEST

  1. A deep weight to hold in your chest
    so you can fill filled avoiding the hole
    that you perceive is under your vest
    this anvil is really heavy to carry on
    you already know this is a big mess
    this issue needs to be addressed
    realize that you are not fighting alone
    seek help to remove that heavy anvil
    so you can finally get a suitable rest.

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