I fall through the thought
til it’s gone and I’m not
and it flies through the clouds
that I’d keep if I could
but I can’t so I won’t
and they pass over seas
from one day to the next
and I’m still on the bench
falling inside myself
as I watch what I see
a movie I hate
I’m screaming and crying and ready to leave
but the exit is blocked
a barricade of what I’ve lost
toys and games I used to know
lonely names we used to use
the place we left our flowers
bouquets of hopes and dreams and clouds
you in my stars
and the lies I told myself
the nightmare is just a nightmare
a dream is a dream
I can’t wake up
and so I sleep
and so I sleep
and dream of meaning in drought
with pulse and time and all the air
I’d ever need and never want
I’ll feed it to the void
they’ll sell it at the shops
or hang it on the trees for any bird to take
hear every sigh
spend my every day
take all I’d have
what good is breath
when you’re not here
and I was wrong
and all we were has come and gone?
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