Cold Days by John Drudge

This place creaks

Like an old bed

In the long 

Restless mornings

Of regret

Where the air is stale

And stagnant

And an hour of flesh

Is an hour of life

Blind transactions

In the deep night

Needing to go

Where the darkness lies

Lost in a stone world

As the hours tick down

Cold days

John is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology.  He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.