November Landscape

Tossed another hour

On the wakeful fire

Wondering what in the 

World has just transpired

My body is rejecting

Sleep, ejecting waste

Another enemy 

this time within

I have been ordered

To do too much 

with too little

For too long

How can I protect

The only things

That matter when

I'm being poured

Through a funnel

Into a world

With no escape 

A dreary, bleak,

November landscape

No shadows no forms

No silhouettes

Nothing familiar

To lean on

No hope to hold on to

From my former life

That clings to me

Like a bad reputation

And My bliss is put on hold

As I attempt escape

The stranglehold 

Of debt and obligation

To a world that I rejected

After that world

Rejected me

I'm still held down by

Gravity

It's not the monetary cost

That matters most

I'm used to sacrifice

Filling a hole that 

Can't be filled

A Hungry monster

In A bottomless pit

On a dead end street

In a condemned

Neighborhood

For now, it feels

Like death row

But I know that 

After winter

Comes the spring

I must hold on

For come the spring

I will be dancing.