Cask

The ache spreads

For they no longer sleep.

But it’s not the beds,

They weep.

The numbness creeps

To heavy head.

A tear seeps.

Smile instead.

They don’t feel pain.

They don’t feel rain.

They just don’t feel at all,

Such a doll.

No.

Stop.

You’re wrong.

That’s not.

What we’re supposed to be.

But can’t you see?

It’s killing me.

Slowly…