Dread

Surveillance pt 2

they are outside the house

watching every time i look

out there, where its gone dark

with grey and gloom that now

permeates and dulls the

colours of life that we have

grown accustomed to.

The skies are darker every

morning, even though the

days are longer, growing

stretching further into evenings

where discussions hush

afraid of who or what is

listening, but sure that

something is.

I don’t want to be

a curtain twitcher, hiding

but not hidden from a

world that has always scared me

-even making friends is hard-

but now that the ends are

frayed and frameworks left

to rust and wither in the

face of

storms that were promised

but arrived ahead of

schedule, dark skies and

long months of rain, it feels

like promises

of summer, now shrouded

by worse weather ahead, and

still the birds are watching

lined up in a row waiting

for the thundercrack that

allows the heavy heavens to

split and down comes snow

or white ash swirling, i

don’t know which or if

i will be here to see sun

or seasons change again,

i fear another winter.