Last thoughts for a dull day.
Saturday night slides inexorably towards its end
A solitary figure stares at the pitiless TV screen
Subtly is long-lost
The summer chill sets in and
He slides towards the shapely but cold duvet
Sleep eludes
Silence deafens
Staring eyes drill holes in the ceiling
The dawn is stagnant
Will it ever start?
Will it ever save him?
All will’s lost