Coddled inside
The cold grey mist
Conflict twined
Ensnaring, my better half

Reduced
To a drained
And grief-laden stagger
I gathered a world
Of scalding, pitiless glances

Indisposed
Dreary and silent
I lingered in deep decay
Confined
Beneath, the tussling
Matter of kin

Indisposed
In the folds of weariness
Our hateful lot
Was the cost of sheltered verse

No longer
As nightfall wavers in haste
For the ghost-white spires
Pressed, against the morrow’s call