My dry eyes pear anxiously
from the confines of my UV protected cell.
Perhaps today the sun will forget to shine.
Maybe for a while, I can escape.
Could spears of rain cleanse my skin?
Revive my past? My senses?
For now at least, in disappointment, in disarray
I melt into the confines of my sofa.
Coffee in hand.
Careful now not to sip it too hot,
as not to awaken my senses.
To avoid the screaming of tortured joints
Avoiding the angst of frustrated nothing.
Allowing myself to drift and be gently enveloped
in the warm soft grip
in the cotton wool of the smothering fog.
At least here I am allowed to be warm, dull and safe.
If I can forget the frustration
I can remember to forget.