even outside
it is still
two in the morning
the heat
has imposed itself
air
is a commodity
in short supply
and there is a weight
as of water
as of an atmosphere
residing on me
what am I doing
awake at this hour
of brooding
perhaps it’s my work
where the lives in my hands
are at a teeter point
with my employees
on the scales
will they stay
will they go
will I decide
perhaps it’s as simple
as having fallen asleep in the evening
before the usual hour
that happens sometimes
I know
or maybe it’s the ghost
who returned yesterday
demanding new payment
for a debt I’d long abandoned
but
a debt
that I carry
a price
that awakes me at two
in a morning
that broods
© Frank Prem, 2007
19/11/17
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Hi Luiz. Thank you for the reblog.
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Well captured.
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Thanks so much, and thank you for stopping by. I’m glad you enjoyed the piece.
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