Delusions Passing

Solitary Room

Once a space for prudent reading,

The chair never gets sat on.

Dust motes of yore,

Their frolicking days gone,

Lay dormant,

While lattice work of yellow fish on peeling wallpaper

Maintain close watch on you.

It grows late…

A small crucifix above the bed

Watches closely the stopped clock

Refusing to start up again,

As your undying faith endures more genuflecting,

Layering yet further callouses upon your knees.