Heavy chest
And limbs
And eyes made of rocks
Stiff shoulders and neck
Emotions are boxed
Emptiness locked
The fear in his eyes
The worry in his voice
Whether leaving you alone
Was the right or wrong choice
Walk in through the door
He's calling
Imploring
You to respond
To call out or
Reply
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
"Sleep begets sleep"
Was once the advice
You received about your firstborn
From the people, oh so nice
So loving
So kind
But now they've all but disappeared
When you're not right in the mind
Heavy lids
Pained neck and weak chest
If not for the kids,
You'd contemplate rest.
