Rain Check On Life

Tuesday again, and the bedsheets are smelling of gloom,
I stare at the ceiling where cracks form a delicate trace.
Tomorrow, perhaps, I will step out of this very room,
But today I am hiding behind the drawn curtains and lace.


And the teacup's gone cold on the rickety desk,
While the radio whispers of somebody else’s success.

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It is merely a delayed life,
Where the screenplay is written, but you have no part in the play.
Everything later, someday, when the weather is fine,
In this bedroom, no foes and no friends can be mine.
A delayed life...



The books are piled up, there is no one to take them to read,
I save them for all of those flawless and proper new days.
Too heavy to rise, and too frightening to take up the lead,
And the walls only darken in silence and motionless haze.


My coat on the nail—like a gentleman hanged,
Awaits its grand entrance, but dreads the approach of the frost.

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It is merely a delayed life,
Where the screenplay is written, but you have no part in the play.
Everything later, someday, when the weather is fine,
In this bedroom, no foes and no friends can be mine.
A delayed life...


It's funny how we put our faith in next week,
In a mythical feast where we'll suddenly dare.
I once cast aside this pathetic mystique,
But now I am weeping, yes, weeping right there.



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For it's merely a delayed life,
Where the screenplay is written, but you have no part in the play.
Everything later, someday, when the weather is fine,
In this bedroom, no foes and no friends can be mine.


My delayed life...
Just leave me my sweet and affectionate spleen.
A delayed life...
Where I am quite flawless, and lonely unseen.