I woke – Matthew J Hall

from a bleak sleep
my eyes were sore
and streaming

in my dream I saw god
he was a sad type
deprived of sleep

he was sitting
in a chair
in a small room

I spoke to him
I said,
hello

he opened
his eyes
but he couldn’t
see

he said,
I don’t know
what to do

I said,
nobody does

he was still
like
old stone

he didn’t tell me
but I could tell
he’d forgotten how
to move

he said,
I’m so fucking
tired

I said,
I know
everybody is

the room had
an unpleasant
smell

it was the
stench of
self neglect

I asked him
if I could help

he said,
it’s a bit late
for that

I said,
I’m so sorry

he said,
it’s not your
fault

that’s when
I woke

crying

 


Matthew J. Hall is a UK writer based in Bristol. His poetry chapbook, Pigeons and Peace Doves, is available through Blood Pudding Press. His poetry collection, The Human Condition is a Terminal Illness, is available through Bareback Press. He reviews small press books at www.screamingwithbrevity.com

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