Solitary Confinement

Repeat and repeat
Separated only by drive time
And trying to live
A few lost hours
Til days begin to blur
And the sun feels like a stranger
I ought to…
I’d like to…
But there’s no time

Everywhere I look
But sometimes this life feels like
Solitary confinement

NaPoWriMo 2013 post #12…Inspired by the song by the UK punk band The Members.

Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the sun to rise

Cold wet night seeps into my bones

The wind moans under its own chill breath

Carrying away the smoke of my cigarette

The sound of strings and woodwinds from my window

Carrying away my thoughts

Scattering them across the world

In a hazy, spiraling swirl


Waiting for the sun to rise

Chase the faceless nothingness away

Bring something new

Begin something

Throw open the doors of perception

The doors of possibility

Let the hinges of my mind unfold

Like a book dropped

Falling open to a new page


Waiting for the sun to rise

Watching the minutes flicker by

Hours disappear like drying puddles

‘Til I can rush towards freedom

Brief and sweet

Home again, where I work

To fill no other man’s pockets

Only the coffers of my soul



For the sun to rise