A shiver of wind

A shiver of wind smokes through the door.

I do my best to frown and then not to frown.

I sit up and then slouch down again.

Tempting silence, tempting chaos,

Tempting lines under tempting hands,

Tempting sounds glossing before my ears.

I navigate and I run out of patience

And I run out of creativity my dearest

And I do feel annoyed, I do feel sad

And I feel guilt and destruction, only a tad.

Vaulting ambition which o’erleaps itself

Will be the tripwire of myself.

I am in blood, stepp’d so far,

That wading back would be as far as to wade forward

And forward perhaps is the better route to take.

There are so many things I haven’t done,

And so many that I failed over.

If only I could make myself quicker and brighter

And make my suffering less.

Then maybe I’d have a bright morning

To drink red wine in a tall glass and smile.