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
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
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