poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2008


Purge all the dirt
That slowly gathered here
As I was sinking lower
Deep down in despair

Cleanse this foul room
Where dust lines the walls
The dust slowly shrivels
The dust slowly crawls

Ss that really dust?
Or a small array of life
That crawls underneath it
And craves my farewell

A cough through the air
A spider in my bowl of cereal
All I can do is stare
And rear with phobia

Drop down in my chair
Or rise above the seat
There is no food here
Nothing for me to eat

Still the room crawls with life
As I starve in my bed
A worm on the covers
A hole in my head