Still
A Verse About Inner Turmoil
Today was like yesterday
Yesterday was like today
Tomorrow will be like yesterday
And the day after will be like today
And today was like yesterday
The wheel keeps moving in a listless cycle
I wonder ……… why?
Was that a question…
I don’t know
The guitar, the guitar lays still like it did yesterday and today and will lay still tomorrow
The strings dreaming of touch
It wishes to be caressed yet… its dry — a banal dry
Me…it…I lay still
The trophies cover my body like bricks
But I …I can’t breathe
I feel tired…my senses smell of leeches
Shallow is my heart…the blood is barren
I gulp the bitter liquid
The guitar, the guitar lays still like it did yesterday and today and will lay still tomorrow
The faltering noise of breaths
The cough of lethargy
My chest pains
It hurts
I take a screwdriver and hurl it in the middle, in the valley between my breasts
That soothes a bit
The hand clutches water
It runs out, escaping within the cracks of my numb bones
The guitar, the guitar lays still like it did yesterday and today and will lay still tomorrow
I stop
I feel normal like a normal is
I have reached a peak
I hope yet…
A banana peel — a fall
Into the darkness of my dreary clouds
I cry, I pray, I hurt, I stray, I rub, I scratch
I lose…
The guitar, the guitar lays still like it did yesterday and today and will lay still tomorrow
The strings dreaming of touch…
