for want
oh my heart
the corked bottle
the way it shakes in the night
the hours too long
and its sleep too light
the beat a heavy thud in my chest
i crave rest
or courage
or something strong
to help me,
you know,
get along…
it is green at the edges
and torn and frayed
like paper or stone
eroded and cracking away
like a cliff edge
where nobody dares to stand
and i am the signs
that warn people off
throwing pebbles ominously
stay away away
it is the lighthouse
that forgets
and lets the ships sink fast
and i sting with regrets like each day is my last
i wait
wither
wilt
like a sunflower in rain
or a bird lost in pain
having broken its wings
my heart is
face down in a gutter
sicking its guts out
for want of some better comfort
some warmer arms
to hold it close
and maybe somehow
to not let it go.
