Solace?

Something morbid for a Monday.
When your legs don’t work like they used to before

And neither do your hands

You’re slumped against a wall

Tired of things you don’t understand

Like why your smile was brighter

And how you liked to stand out 

Now it feels like the walls are closing in tighter 

And your soul’s fading away 

You’re spending hours in the shower 

The water dripping down feels like 

It can cleanse

Every word on the top of your tongue that seems sour

Now that you try to say

Fly; I want to fly 

I want to jump off a cliff 

End up high and low 

At the bottom of a riff

When my bones are broken 

And bent out of shape 

When my brain’s peeking out of skull 

Will I finally rest 

Or will I?

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