The Hall Is Narrow

The hall is narrow
The ceiling falling down
My way to the living room
Can’t be found.

A method of cooking fills
Mouldy kitchen air
Where cabinets hang
Feeling no loving care.

Nothing to clean away
Night terrors experienced
In a cluttered bedroom
Where sleep is not
Usually assumed.

Another way, another day
Maybe tomorrow will be perfect
Making this just a dream
I dreamed yesterday.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018