Heavy chest
And limbs...
I waited for you
Until the sun would shine...
I went to hospital last week—
Alone, afraid, too weak to speak...
The fit is the scream of silence
As she floats high above the burning field...
Of smoke and sand
saltiness between cement...
While walking on a long dirt road
In forest depths, with trees so tall...
Time is cruel and unforgiving.
It does not stop...
"I gathered nothing," you declare,
Yet gathered my trust, beyond compare...
A limp hand reaches into the void
That wraps around a crumpled form...
Why are they so loud? This is supposed to be...
But as they drag and they dredge, it's deceitful...
Glancing at the clock, flipping pages-
Exam season, zombie gaze...
What can you say about a man of his stature?
I real stand-up fellow, a real dog-catcher...