I lay at night wanting to ask Time:
"Do you actually heal all wounds...
I hear voices calling,
come into the darkness...
my lungs have grown poisonous since
the night you left and they ask me about you...
2:41 a.m., I woke up startled
when a missile plummeted in a backyard...
Early mornings, lacking purpose
Trying to find a feeling...
My mouth started watering
That is 1 of 3 things...
There are times
that even though...
How is it I miss a future,
That never came to be...
I still carry his body across the barbwire of this...
carry this cross...
The thoughts just wont stop
Feels like caving rocks...
I hate the urge
I shouldn’t want to purge...
How does one contend?
I see you fishing in the reservoir...