– blind eye –

Just past six was when

I shuffled in again,

tired… from crawling…

from puking and more.

Just past six was when

I climbed the stairs again,

catching… your slumber…

from outside your door.

Inside my room I wept…

a weary song.

Inside my dreams I watched…

the band play on.

Just past noon was when

I woke up tense and then

I greeted you… as did you like

no shame came before. You’re

 

older now… but my

bones are shakin’ restless like you

know somehow… you

just can’t tell me so. Maybe you’re

clue…

less,

lost…

head… or maybe you’ll

leave…

words…

un-…

said.

 

 

D.J. Whisenant

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