The high noon crumbled
To a peaceful 
Droning simmer

Where I faltered 
Drowsily 
Into the fury
Of teenage angst

Where I backstroked 
Through the humid haze
Of the quietest 
Corner of home 

When the school day 
Had fully dissolved
And hunger
Had slithered deep within 

Misery far ago
Was the passing
Fog of dawn

How I yearn to graze
That fleeting grief 
From midnight’s
Sorrowful grasp