Purgatory

A day in the life

You float as a shade
Through the rooms of my house,
A wraith defined by sedition.
Dismay licks at my cracked
And thirsty soul,
Igniting it's shroud of misery.
At no hurried pace
This listlessness vies for dominance
In this climate of duress.
There is no reprieve
where echoes scald
with the ferocity of extremes.