Untouchable

It is a grade “A” grey day the wind is in the way
The rain is a pain on my pane and it is plain
The lane will become impassable
Feeling irascible I shout my hatred at that
Which seems like the seams of my life sewn up
Tight with cares and strife stifling
No control no bottom to the hole
Now become trifling

Like spiritual bailiffs put on hold can’t steal my hearts gold
For whilst this weather lasts I am untouchable
Disconnected phone my choice alone
My home at the end of the lane
For this time all mine
No heed need I give to you or your wiles
The pleasant crescent new moon hidden
In shrouds of clouds cannot witness
A burial for my woes and god alone knows
I need this respite

Irascibility gone I am myself again
At the end of my lane where I have slain
This dragon of my fear
Now night is near the day has flown
I own to sleep alone
This night is mine