A Day From Dean's Diary

Trigger Warning

O Dear Diary Depressed,

30 July 2024 that day

Was a pretty doomsday,

With life toiling hard as prey

Began then from its weight resulting slay.

Last sleep ended in tiring hopelessness

Of the end away at twenty-four miles

But at start the vehicle got punctured airless

From tires tripping on pointed ***

Of piano playing her imaginary caress.

Morning arrives starting the nested cycle of pain

And time passing - even in time-pass – as  hourglass of grain

With still so slowly settling daily grains had all the energy drain

From omens bad foreboded lifelessly by the brain.

Now afternoon comes bringing its own dreadful demise

Accompanied by work , ‘Deep shall the chicken be fried’, its  promise.

Why the problems pervading all round doesn’t suffice

For work - the only oasis - now began bloodstaining your ears in  malice?

Evening passed by the toxic drench from this pitfall

With people expecting a cool waterfall

From a dried down desert in the autumn’s fall

And killed the ‘self’ in its radioactive decay fall.

With dinners discerned overly by tummy becoming a football no less

Its delight deteriorated in the reigning chronic sadness,

Its sweetness succumbed stale in loneliness,

Reminding resolutely of the never-narrowing stress.

Night was more night, moon had no moonlight

Bleed ears tirelessly hearing held the cushion tight,

Nose nauseously breathing pungent backlight sight

Had lungs autonomously flared, charred to rock.

Still less sleep in the sleep slight

Or even no sleep in this lost light

For its early morning 31 July 2024.

Belated thanks

For the only birthday wish

O Dear Diary Depressed,

The book of Dean oppressed.