OCTOBER MORNING

To P. R. C.

Another bleak morning of gray light,

wretched to be awake

to greet this drizzling dawn

drinking warmed up bitter coffee

alone with the cats, you

gone and lost to silence,

the dreams of the long sleep ended

filled with the longed-for dead

and their now unremembered words

erased by the surfacing

from the abyssal realm of slumber

to this ashen, watery morn, this

what goes as the reality

and is a purgatory for the

half-damned burning in their sins.

17.10.2019