Poem-A-Day: Day 238

Deprivation

Weights crushing
and pulling,
pulling down,
grabbing, and pulling, and crushing.
The weights are hands,
tempting fingers gesturing,
and pushing at the eyes,
pulling the lids,
crushing weights,
pulling down.
The eyes are weights,
heavy with burden.
The eyes are pulling,
shutting, and crushing thoughts,
listening to tempting gestures,
and the cold maniacal laugh
of a lost gesture.
The gestures are tempting.
and the eyes have it
in their best interest to oblige.
But the weights crushing,
pulling down,
have proven to be too strong today.
The tempting fingers
lost the bet.