When Tuesday falls

I think we’ve all had that feeling of feeling
nothing.

Emptied
like the dustbins used to be
and
yet full of foreboding
as if someone is loading
a twelve bore with a cartridge
and your name
is on it.

And feeling that way which is one way
to feel
do you feel like kneeling and saying a prayer?
can you get in the midst of the others who are
there?
does that mean you are no longer alone?

This feeling cannot be right,
that not feeling is
just like the night without stars
dark,
forbidding and back to
foreboding.

Trying to keep it in real time
when all they do
is steal time,
the only thing left of mine
is
this feeling of not feeling
and I’m hanging on to it.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.