The hours straddle
Ceaseless waves
Of light and shadow

Ever-teetering
Taunting my frame
Forever confined
To the quaint limits of home

The sullen drone, wavers
In patches of clarity
Grand illumination
The fleeting rays of solace

Yet it all dives
For the harrowing depths of grey
Thick with tribulation
With bygone heartache

The hours lumber
Through this lifeless span
Yet travel with haste
Through the narrowest
Strands of blue