Feeling exhausted
Just not sleeping very well
And I don’t know why
poetry, prose, and photography
Boys training
Football season nears
Air cooler this morn
And wet fog upon glass
Autumn’s inevitability
Soon, so soon

Physical beauty
That lacks depth internally
Emptiest of gifts
Searching in the dark
You’ll find love hiding
In the corner
Impish grin upon
Its face

Driving office-wards
The driver’s disconnection
Obliviousness

I find it far easier
Waking to poetry
Than to news
Contentment pulls
Me back to slumber
Despair’s grip
Weakens
Anxiety lurks
Waiting to
Wreck havoc