These days
the thoughts
burn through my mind,
like a brand,
too long on the hide.
I spend my time
vacillating between
the damned and the divine.
Walked along the line,
but lately I find
myself
too tied up to go.
Like there’s knots
around my limbs,
in my muscles,
and in my throat.
Too choked to speak.
Too scared to say a word,
or make a move.
Stone thrower,
becomes glass house imbued.
Now, it’s me and you,
and I haven’t paid
anymore than lip service,
and this creates
a state of decay.
It’s a disservice to you,
to say we’re okay
when we’re circling the drain.
It’s insane,
the places we create.
Heavens that look like Hell
and Hells that look like Heaven.
I keep thinking,
that I’m gonna wake up
and be somewhere else,
but the dream,
and the waking,
both bring me here.
So, it appears
the same way in the mirror.
Time to smile
and let all the old things die.
It’s long past their time,
I’m satisfied.
We aren’t better off dead,
we’re still alive,
so it’s time to rise,
while we have light in our eyes.
My lies
will never become
promises kept,
and I
won’t ask you
to forget.
I have it in me
to make good
on the days to come.
I hope I’m still someone
you can bet on.
Every day is a grace
this side of the light.
No way
to stay
without a fight.
I can only be so good,
if we only could
set aside the appetites
that feed our fear of life.
These days,
I can’t afford to lose.
I have to choose what’s right;
a life for you.
God knows,
I get lost,
and I get confused,
but that’s not on you, Babe.
You’re the one
keeping me out of the grave.
I hope that I can be
worth all the pain.
I’ll love you,
until the day I die.
These days
are just for you and I.
HG – 2021
