My mouth has gone dry from licking my wounds
and still they weep the tears my eyes refuse.
And you say there’s beauty to be seen
except my vision is clouded with darkness, lingering morning fog.
“Stay and watch the sun rise it’s golden rays will cure all”
In the light I’ll find I’ve stopped dreaming, stop sleeping. All the darkness and repulsiveness an illuminated sign.
You’ll promise it’s not forever.
“Of course,” I’ll smile.
“Is anything”?
