Barometer
Very Dry I take a reading
Variations in pressure
Change the step
Listen to my asthma
Pull at my throat
Pray absent-mindedly
Or in despair
Oh my God.
The gradient of the hill shifts
With each passing day
Stormy A sleepless night
The thought of what lies ahead
1 in 10
Fair A night of passion
A resolve to screw them all
Someone to talk to
And I’m there
Rain I cannot cry
It’s only a job
They cannot
Will not
Make me weep
Finally, it becomes a mountain
Pitched steeper every day
My steps shorten and grow slow
My breath
Infected by indoor pollution
Strains
A strong wind forces me backwards
Protecting me from the devil
I will become
If I reach the top
Just one more time.
Change
A rare outing for my poetry – written a while ago, but published here due to prompt on Creative Writing Ink
Photo by Alexandr Bormotin on Unsplash
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