Words the Crows Speak

Above my head, the sun is spent

Each day it sets an all time low

The moon casts only a shadow

Of the light we won't let go

Beneath my feet the ground trembles

It grows with every step I take

We may never leave this earth

If we can't escape its quake

Inside this chest is an endless cavern

Whispering comforts from the deep

Drawing you in to twisting tunnels

Until you lose sight of what you seek. 

And yet there exists a spark

it lingers deep inside the core

a light inside this fickle heart

that yearns for yours, forevermore

Disinference, or the vitriol that comes after

Have I made it? Am I even catching up? 

I'm barely moving and I'm covered in mud. 

An uphill battle and I'm still on the ground

Every step I climb sends the boulder back down. 

My watch keeps blinking ZERO HOUR

Must be a premonition or running out of power. 

Crawling my way through another chat pile

Save the dental records to light another funeral pyre.

The peak grows even taller still

It's getting tougher to swallow each pill. 

No foothold when the grade is this steep

It's futile to resist, better just to sleep. 

I dream of endless weight

crushing me into oblivion

and when the darkness fades

empty light becomes lifeless remains

I wake up gasping for air

What made you think it was ever fair? 

Another state of disrepair

What makes you think I care?

Another Day Goes By.

 Another day goes by. 

I'm waving away the flies from my eyes. 

Another errant year, avoidance turned to fear, 

Another day goes by. 

It's coming up again. 

I'm setting off alarms until they begin. 

I blink and then it's gone, it wasn't here for long 

but it's coming up again. 

Another day goes by. 

I'm cauterizing wounds until pain subsides. 

Another loved one lost, some uncalculated cost, 

Another day goes by. 

I'm waking up again. 

I'm brushing off the dust that had settled in. 

I'm born into a box, I've gummed up all the locks, 

To be waking up again. 

Another day goes by.

I can't remember any reason why? 

I watch them move along, wheels and cart and all, 

Another day goes by. 

I'm sorry for my thoughts. 

I'm sorry for the people who I led astray, 

I'm sorry for my words, I'm sorry if you've heard

but I'm sorry for my thoughts. 

It's hard not to feel like it's all your fault. 

Like you've pushed every person away. 

It's hard not to feel like you're the worst. 

And everyone's dying just to get away. 

Give it up, all of this pain. Give it to someone deserving. 

But who's more deserving than I? 

Give it up, it's not yours but the ones who abuse you. 

But why do they all have my voice? 

Why does the earth seem to tremble and quake? 

When do the heavens cry out for my sake? 

What does it matter if every voice

echo's the same refrain, "You, the mistake."

When is enough ever enough? 

Why did I push them away? 

When will I learn, when will I see? 

Tolerance isn't the goal, but the absence of pain.