I know. The ebb and flow
I am familiar with the highs and lows
Someday soon, my joy will resume
The grief will flee to allow me
I feel your heartbeat’s chaos
The fluttering thump of rest
It fills me with dread
Reminds me of death
My own uncertainties flooding my head.
I remember the times I didn’t know what to expect
what does my heart detest, this
whirling, weeping mess?
I feel the sleep-chalk draw its lines
the crumbling towers, cursed vines
my time is almost done.
I can’t continue to run.
This is what it seems to be!
when all inflections bury me
engulfed in liquid sleep and stars
my mind scurries through burning hearts
i am tossed about the ground
flurrying on thought and sound
hidden tripping music weaves
a lonely caustic melody.
the words marched on my tongue
and beat a reluctant retreat
for after beating both my lungs
my teeth forced them into defeat.
someday somewhere the words will fare
far better than here they did;
i will not be able to hide in my hair
the love i refuse to admit.