I hooked my umbrella to the words
and hung on
a heron waiting to unfurl
clinging to this song
waiting for the moment
to be okay with the world
rain and wind
blasting storms
life is a river, never static
to every word
I hung on
stress
Wits end
I found my wits end
Like a wick at the end of a candle
Dying embers
Refining my latest scandal
To be remembered
As I become dismantled
Letting go….
Letting feelings
come and go
as they please
no fighting
just, sitting
listening
turmoil, turbulence
even so, I’m tethered to existence
if I just let the feelings flow
maybe they’ll just…. go?
In the process of collapse
Slowing down
taking everything with ease
its all what it is
as free as the breeze….
fuuuuuckkkk
the stresses have got so that
i can’t tell what stresses they are
no words I can attach to them
they’re just there, floating around my head
rock back and forth, that always soothes me
nope not today
nothing works.
Breathe. Fucking breathe
or maybe if I just….
put my head under the water
and fall asleep
and oops
all stresses are gone.
Restricted
by by these thoughts
conflicted
what’s real what’s not
hello?
Maybe if I just….
lost my trail of thought
hello?
Is there anybody in there?
I know this building (me)
is in the process of coming to pieces
I’m trying to rescue you
hello? Is anyone there?
I’m trying to get you out before the ruin
torch light shining on the walls
they’re damp
and stained with blood
the upper roof has crashed in
wont be long now
this building is collapsing
can’t get to the heart of it
that will have to wait till the pieces have been collected
after the fall
this is place is gonna be derelict
for a while
forever if forgotten.