5.16.2023 - Breathless

5.16.2023
Breathless

It's dark.
So dim my eyes sting.
It's quiet.
So soundless it shallows my breath.
An inner sea sounds in my ears.
It's hot.
And getting warmer with every beat,
Of my unruly hearts blood,
Without breeze stirring sweat away.
It's humid.
The air flows like syrup.
Like a cloying sludge into lungs,
It curdles into steam around,
The harsh liquid tide of breathing.
It's boring.
With no power to run the TV,
No light to read by,
At least none to waste on words,
When so many other things,
Need the flashlight while it shines.
The day is careening out of day,
And crashing into turbulent night,
With no sign of rekindle.
The house sits wreathed,
In further dying illumination,
As the sun loses the war,
With the thick grey sky,
And slinks beyond the horizon.
As unseen as a thief,
Vanished into the night,
The sky looms.
And it does not rain.
The air smothers.
And it does not rain.
The thunder booms.
But no rain follows.
And we wait.
Breathless.
For the rain to dissolve us all.