THESE POINTLESS DAYS

The night falls

like sudden rain,

the treetops burning

in the last light

disappearing in black

behind the window,

curtain drawn

on the pointless day.

These days

falling away

one by one

like your lives,

lost in time

and the loss

echoing

through these

pointless days.

Dawn and dusk

and the long

dusty hours

scattered between,

slipping away

from hands

that can't grip

these

pointless days.

01.08.2019