it used to be
I would wake myself
looking forward to what the day would bring
it is now the case
that each and every day takes
more than it can bring
my head is full of noises
that I try not to hear
when I close my eyes
the memories show me what could have been
my hands are numb, my back is sore,
my legs refuse to move
I rub my face, scratch my head
but it is too late even for me
there are no pills for heart ache
let alone a cure to be found
noises in my head are silent
eardrums pounded by droning sound
used to be
we sit together in silence
having a profound conversation
used to be
now we sit apart in anger
alone in our wonder of
what use could be
