Sinking sideways

Unoccupied,
nine parts vacant
one light on.
the picnic is over
the sandwiches gone.

I got my self lost
in the
looking for more
and
what more was the question
at Oliver’s cost?

Too much book learning
burning the midnight oil,
flames black and smoky
choke me.

I try to fill the space
between
my self lost
my self found
with my self bound
in chains.

It’s a permanent
gun down at sundown
and nobody wins.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.