Heavy

by

Paul E Sexton

It hangs heavy!
The sky hangs heavy.
Winter hangs heavy.
Bird sounds.
Rain sounds.
Cold breath in moist air.
My heart hangs heavy.
WORDS,
her small words
hang heavy,
Burdonsom
hanging in the thick hospital air
are feelings
are lost raindrops
sliding tomorrows away.
The future hangs heavy.
The truth hangs heavy.
The sky hangs lower and
seems to be squeezing us all into place.
Mood hangs heavy.
Questions hang unanswered.
Secrets unrevealed FESTER away.
Imagery hangs heavy.
Last parts of sentences hang heavy
and remain.
Bits hang heavy.
Parts hang heavy.
The whole hangs heavy.
When she is needed.
When she is needed.
The need hangs heavy.
Her mouth seems candy.
The need hangs heavy.
Bits and pieces of a man
spread out through time and space
from now until the eighties
NOW
all broken up.
The pieces hang heavy.
Everything hangs heavy.
I hang heavy.
IT HANGS HEAVY!

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