On the first day

Feeding on words in the night,
I am
too bleedin’ busy reading to write,

night,
sleep for some
but not for me
the innocent are never free.

bleedin’,
needing the flow
to see where I go
when dying.

reading’
speeding through chapter
and verse, only the bookmark
is
the curse we all wear,

write,
let the light in and
you can see how grim
things have become,

coffee time.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.