limbo makes its own symphony

Coins drop
birds squawk
rain falls  
a poisoned cockroach  
limps across the cold tiled floor  
before finding death underneath  
a hard sole  
 
Crumbs collect in kitchen corners
dirty dishes pile precariously  
in a constant state of waiting  
food goes uneaten  
the fridge starts to smell
 
There's three bags of rubbish  
waiting to go outside  
and unrecycled cardboard  
strewn across the floor  
accidental death rugs  
pressed down with foot shaped indents  
 
Dust collects everywhere  
and sits low in tired lungs  
before it's exhaled into stagnant air  
that hasn't seen sunlight in days  
 
There's beauty here  
somewhere beyond the artless chaos
there's peace here somewhere  
buried under unopened mail  
and anxious fingers  
there's potential living and dying  
as each second ticks by  
 
Throw the curtains wide  
watch the old man across the street  
watching me  
throw the curtains wide
watch another junkie stumble by
throw the curtains wide  
watch people chase an escaped  
dog up and down the cul-de-sac  
again
throw the curtains wide  
watch the grass battle the weeds  
throw the curtains wide  
it's bin day for the 10th time this week
throw the curtains wide  
I don't know what day it is  
 
Throw the curtains wide
throw the curtains wide
throw the curtains wide
 
Close my eyes  
 
Coins drop
birds squawk
rain falls  
a poisoned cockroach  
limps across the cold tiled floor  
before finding death underneath  
a hard soul