Weathered

Weathered

Unable to move

Exhaustion takes over

From a tired life

Unlived

Secondary seconds

Are lost times of opportunity

And sleeping is the easy way out

With tomorrow

The day will end

Leaving the dead

Alive

Stone

Whisper to me

Trust me, I’m safe

I’m home

I want what you want

And what you don’t

My life moves

Patient to patient

Disguising my death

Will you save me?

I have to be the dysfunctional one

I have to cry

I am strong

Hard like stone

And now I slowly parish

As the wind wares me down

Take the pillow
below your head
peel the feathers
from the corners of the bed

And lost
alone
in a house
too cold for the comforters

Follow the mouse to the basement door
just steps down
to where your soul
can be found

But you’ve gone
to pick daisies
for a bed of Children
gone to the cold