a leaden finger presses down
unaligning the unsuspecting spine
aquatic undulations grow quiet
nerves fray and twitch
dull ache pulsates
limbs a-dragging
water-logged
swollen
compressed, congealed
unconfined, uncontained
pressing all its fatted sides against
that chronic dam of
untapped agony:
pain
we never said leave.
we only asked when you would?
you are weak.
or so you say,
we know
the reason why
is solely ours:
but you know that.
you can always stay
though you don’t belong.
you can count on us
to help you go.
One day,
you will leave and
it will be,
it will be because
you want to.
we always want you
to want that
as well.
time gnaws
upon my mind
making the tick-tock
louder
it echoes and shudders
the cobwebs once more.
age
looms heavier in my bones
my wrinkles writhe and deepen
numbed and chill am i
yet life still riots throughout my body
in the disguise of pain
my mind wanders away
without ever saying when…
intotheindigo 