10-24-15

For as long as I can remember

this grandfather clock lost it’s chime

it’s beat always off

never quite polished to that right note

tepid feathers rustle behind me

where is there to fly when the sky is falling?

I hold out my hand and wait; I know this feeling all too well

for I’ve always been here, in this hot white space

the time is off, the sun doesn’t shine

I am unloved because

I am a cursed being

and no one could love someone

who’s soul was stolen