The Boney King Of Nowhere

Mayfly

A tick and a tock is my preferred theme,

Time’s short,

So wallow and pray,

There’s no one coming to save my day.

A wheeze and a huff, 

Is not quite enough,

They’re just years bought,

With knife and gas, and stitch and seam.

Raindrops fall as I walk the streets,

People are faceless,

Shadows in my vision,

I feel I’m but a pawn, deprived of decision.

Was I given this curse, to serve some holy purpose?

If there were an almighty god, then why am I confined to this devils circus?

Forced to endure, a wait so endless,

Life sounds silent, but to me, Death speaks.

Words of motivation, on deaf ears fall,

Don McLean sang it best —

‘As I drove my Chevvy to the levee,

But the levee was dry’ — Though music as a high, even now, feels heavy.

A loving touch I sought for the cure,

Short lived and unexpected, a let down so pure,

To cast me back to my tomb of rest,

 My love nothing more, than a vultures shrill call.