Sleepless stasis

Sleepless stasis

There is cold comfort

In this blanket,

As it falls down,

Heavy and thick,

With a density

That is suffocating.

Choking even

The merest hint

Of pleasure.

It billows,

A grey cloud,

An envelope,

It becomes

Fully enclosed,

Folded up,

Sealed and

Vacuum packed.

A living thing,

Confined.

Buried alive?

Maybe,

The jury is still out.

Limply hung,

Tightly held.

Weighted down,

A flaccid body

Thrown in a lake,

Sinking deeper.

Carried by the tide,

Covered in weeds,

And beached

Like rotting wood.

Flotsam,

Unrecognisable,

Barely noticed,

As it drifts and bobs

At the water’s edge.

With little resistance

Against the pull,

It ebbs and flows,

Receding

In the shallows,

Blending into shadow.

Sinking in the deep.

Never waking

From its sleep,

And endless

Rumination.

An eternal grief,

That lies between

Each and every breath,

And the shroud

Thrown about

This life’s weary

Undertaking.