searching for better days




seizing breaths

frantic,


breaths ever fleeing,


grasping,

holding on.



fingers raw,

the mind a sprawl,



while below,


the cackling sniggering chasm,


hungers

for

marinade

in

the

grinder.



souls numb,


absolved as dumb,


hearts hard,


admiringly referred to as being hardy,


fester,

ever on

and on.



rotting,

making a stink,


slipping

deeper into inviting arms,


plush sofas,

leather chairs,


plastic smiles,


promises of far too many miles,


all yet to be trodden upon,


many yet to be trampled on,


but all that too shall be all lost in the haze,


while scavenging,

ravenous,

covetous,



looking,

searching,


trampling onwards,


trodding,


ever on,


and upon,


anyone,

anything,


just chasing the dream,


and just,


just –


searching for better days …