Not now.
when my thoughts are so shallow
ankle deep in the low tide
surface level consciousness
knocking my brain around my skull
how hollow must I be
before the engine turns over again
For now.
I avoid the sleep that brings such wretchedness
my vision screams at the stench
of running up endless steps
only to fall again to my death
where I began
Right now.
I can’t think of anything more
than who I am
how I came to be
and there is nothing telling me
where to go from here
Here is all there’s ever been
all I will ever see
Not now.
while I am weak
floorboards squeaking in the early morning
long before the sun bothers to shine
if I could climb
and tether my rope to the apex
of some mighty mass
and pull myself to safety
I don’t think I would cut my line
but I can’t be sure.