Being patient through most days while you abuse the peace tenderly
By dancing on my nerve ends as I sink into the lethargy.
I often wonder – can I go any deeper than this, can I go beyond?
Is living just a prolonged torture as we wait to go back where
We once belonged?
Most mornings sound static to my ears, it’s not music at all –
The noise is so maddening I run through the streets while the others stall.
I think about whether they even sense the chilling breath on their necks
As they navigate filthy boulevards filled with human made bottlenecks.
What a wreck.
When the afternoon sneaks upon me reminding of far better times,
The emptiness in my belly has grown so strong, ready to paralyze. To bury lies.
No matter how hard I’m trying to outlive the benumbing gallows inside,
It seems clear that the judgment will fall over me as they say my appeals
All have been denied.
Nothing taste quite as bitter as evenings. The silence swaddles my hair.
All I want is to be left alone…yet I also want an affair. Is this fair?
My thoughts run through foggy meadows, they stop at the no man’s land.
Some evenings they come back home. But some – they sell cannons
As contraband.
Nights are not made of time as I struggle to keep myself on the clock.
Please, don’t get me wrong – nights are still a goddamn chopping block.
I never needed a time of day to get even darker, as if I wasn’t dusky enough,
As if I needed the starlit sky to remind me how the cycle repeats, as if I needed
Another reason for giving up.
Can I just rebuff?
Please, let me out. It’s been enough.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 