On the simmer
sat in the dark
not letting a glimmer
of light
in,
almost boiling
spoiling for the fight
and
in the blue corner
the night.
There is a madnesa afoot
which shuts the door
on my sanity
but
I am trying to find my way
back to me
and
it’s not easy,
it never was.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.
