Like a lump, sitting..maintaining.

Hard work on holiday.

Listlessly dreaming.

Framing a life outside of this.

Press play. Pause this day.

Always the way when maintaining.

Never gaining…

time wanes, pours to bottom of hourglass.

Glance, halt, cease to maintain…

before it’s too late-fate tires, moves on.

Locked in eternal battle–

our soul slips as it tries to maintain.


Submitted as part of One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday