危機 - Crisis

So
fatigued
with 
feeling

at times
wanting
this 
to make haste
and leave
my
being

the morning
grey
as men
walk up the hill
with dry cleaning
a stroller
and their own private thoughts
their grey and green
blends in the background
there is too much
distance 
between
our worlds
for me to see
clearly

I am caught
in
between
the rails
of desire
and 
needfuls

the ankle
clawing
obligations
I resent
yet
in the shadowed 
corners
appreciate
the distraction

slithering
scratching

my wincing
echos
all the escape
of a morphine
moment

the pricking
promise
of 
mindlessness
I hurl
myself
half-heartedly
into

OctPoWriMo 2019  Day 30

*Chinese word for "crisis"危機; pinyin: wēijī) wēijī is "danger at a point of juncture"