Deteriorating scourge dread hollow that instinct left unheeded

Cracking up swallowed up dread thoughts sick closing down 

Dread falling frozen pavements everything the same no new sensation ever

This street that street always the same nothing new the same streets the same sky 

Only faces younger older faces recede when others refocus paranoid closing dread

Sickened with dread to the stomach can’t eat shaking dread almost dead stone flowers

Faded magazines folded layers of dust on dust tormented always no end to this dread flowers

Set in the yard of stones some are plastic flowers others light up with so much dread.

Do poets light the way through dread forests will the way be lit or frosted over

With patches of black dreaded ice slipping over skidded dread stomach churning ultimatum 

Nigh time insomnia dread calls opening up into unfolding universe of dreams of dread the whooshing

Sound of air sucked out of lungs paralysed with fear soaking up dread silence in alone black universe 

Nothing to be said dread.