a foot that slipped desire
the world and all its trappings
that you drape around your gold,
the lace and frills you wear
all tell a tale,
they speak of disappointment
and a rule of reckless ease,
where the servants undermine
and your wishes creak,
new light shines on old windows
that sit dirty and unclean,
the wind rattles its way
through all the gaps,
and an armchair gently calls
to the pain of your despair,
as you contemplate the rod
it flails your back,
night time breezes blow
whispering the leaves around my mind,
the birds outside are still
they’ve all resolved to go,
and there’s a million different reasons
why your worry lines grow deep,
you catastrophize the earth
for all its worth,
and now the withered hands of time
slap the face of olden times,
the dusty grains of doubt
they begin to cloud,
as what you thought was anger
was just a foot that slipped desire,
and the wedge was only words
never spoken aloud,
