A Lone Tune

Prone alone CPAP
lone tune sound
Breathes in ‘n out
positive pressure
Where one ponders
thy morrow mural
Upon pleats of sheets
quivering prayers
Thy sighs WAKE
a waits morning signs.

Wren dew WE have hope
in utter despair
That today’s present be
past presence tenses
That futile feeling of hope
being vanquished
Mime muted refrains
in yester years downcast
Future forecast be thunder
storming self doubts.

Where does the beginning
start road to recovery
When WE be mired in
quicksand engrained cement
Unwilling to get it up to
climax anew found potentials
Procrastination sets in would a
could a should a tentacles
Giving up fetal position,
preying Alone Tune Lulla~bye.

HeArtMosphere Poet
Jungle Boots Veteran

A Lone Tune

Prone alone CPAP lone tune sound
Breathes in ‘n out positive pressure
Where one ponders thy morrow mural
Upon pleats of sheets quivering prayers
Thy sighs WAKE a waits morning signs.

Wren dew WE have hope in utter despair
That today’s present be past presence tenses
That futile feeling of hope being vanquished
Mime muted refrains in yester years downcast
Future forecast be thunder storming self doubts.

Where does the beginning start road to recovery
When WE be mired in quicksand engrained cement
Unwilling to get it up to climax anew found potentials
Procrastination sets in would a could a should a tentacles
Giving up fetal position, preying Alone Tune Lulla~bye.

HeArtMosphere Poet
Jungle Boots Veteran