Crumbling

The foundations of the house

Sunk

Lower than the bags under my eyes

I hadn’t slept in days

She had

Of course she had

I was the one being punished not her

The taps dripped

The mould took hold

Again

We’d survived a move, a death, a pandemic

And this fucking city

But could we get through this festering rot

I’m not sure

And not even drink is fixing it these days

Nor drugs

Legal

Or otherwise

I’d kill for sleep

For decade long solitude

Yet no, now I weep

For the courage to just end it all

But I won’t

I promised someone

And I’d rather live broken

Than die and break an oath