As I’m left with the remnants of my day
Bits and pieces of my patch work memory
Some good, some bad, some just…
I’m left with a body broken an tired
Each piece screams for release from these borrowed bones
A Frankenstein of pills and prose
Sorrow filled woes of choices and voice pulling me apart like a sharks first feast.
Sleep…. Calls my name as the night creeps and the frogs sing, a chill to the nights air takes me places long forgotten and most missed
Of clear nights sky’s, laughter and lullabies.
Truths unspoken to the stars, warm fires and wishful kisses.
All gone to the dreams of a body that won’t last.
B~
Written 6/8/14