Or There Will Never Be Tomorrow

I would really like to curl up and
sleep until the need for it goes;
though I am not tired now I
know I will be by the end of
tomorrow. The debt is always
due, it lurks in the fringes of a

grey mist making an unbroken
connection from the last moment
remembered until the next,
filling in the empty spaces with
a sense of solidity, sustaining
ennui. And it is there that the

principle must be repaid. I am not
ready for death and the sanctioned
dreams of a lifetime compressed
onto the head of a pin, nor will I
dance with the angels of sorrow. I
must express these feelings now

or there will never be tomorrow.
© 21 April 2007, I.D. Carswell