do i clutch at every corner and twist the image till it blurs
trying to mend the broken legs just to make it even worse
attempting a short, simple sentence but my voice always slurs
droplets of water fall onto the window and i slowly drift to sleep
dreaming of giant waves that crash onto all four sides of my ship
send me off instead to a never ending field with air too clean to grip
let me lay alone in the middle of a wide ocean, but never too deep
these seams i have slowly undone are too loose with the end surely near
so the seams lay in pieces as i await once more for you to appear
i sit here in the shade with a sincere apology but you have disappeared
my actions have no simple logic but my eyes have yet to close
the darkness does not keep me away and i will go where the wind blows
making my way on my broken ship and wading through the fields
i will cast my hands into what i can not comprehend to see what it yields
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