Awaiting doom

The sun sets and I shiver,
The nocturnal beasts of life,
Come alive.
Take deep breaths, puffing out their chests.
Ready to work.

The strength drains out of my limbs.
A drooping plant in the sweltering heat of summer,
limp,
Waiting for the propagator of doom to descend
upon me,
One more conquered.


4th May 1999