Extract: 9 By PM

Sulking in a cell of “what ifs”
Let’s you know
You got the blues
It’s back again
Like an old friend
You welcome and recognise a few times a year
The intense sadness swells and blurs
Like being in the middle of a snow globe
You light another cigarette
The flame flickers
Like the nervous infantile flame of hope
Dreams and aspirations
They swell and tingle your glands into being
Daring to believe in the future
Hoping a new dawn arrives and spreads light into this dark being
You want to swallow up all the dawn has to give.