Crooks

There’s a part of me
that wants to curl up in a hole
stretched to the core,
dead bolt the door,
and never come out again.
I’m selling it short-
saying it’s lonesome
and on the occasional night
relaxing may take all my might.
I’m losing you, friend.

What if I’m wrong about everything
and there’s a greater road
stretching beyond my sight.
I’ve tried to see,
tried to force myself to believe
but still cling to nothing.
And not even the beam
they’ve claimed ‘reclamation’ to be
will keep me.

It’s black and writhing
like a venomous serpent.
And you crawl through my ears
as lovely stuttered breaths.
Please, restrain your voice
to these simple sounds
to postpone your death.

People are talking so much
but they’re cold to the touch.
It’s like everyone’s in a rush
to sell themselves out.

And now love’s not enough,
so if you have any feeling left
prepare for the rough,
prepare to get tough,
or prepare to give out.

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Comments

  • MINDSET
    MINDSETover 1 year ago

    Wow……….. cool writing……………

  • thank you!

    – Nathan Emery

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