Seeping gloom

A tightening of the air

A clod stillness in the room

I hide in books trying to find peace there

Hoping for release soon

Heavy breathing as if lungs filled with sand

Outside the trees whisper a tempting croon

The shouting starts peace be dammed

The sky greys over joining me with pathetic fallacy

Voices weaving in and out, neither has won

I’m tired of my unlimited complacency

I’m tired, so I run.