i feel the weight of it on these shoulders
making it hard for me to speak
it's always always boulders
raining down so i feel weak
all those places and happy spaces
misplaced guilt; a lover's touch
i recoiled my hand and you grew free
i absentee
months pass and still it weeps
nothing, nowhere, goals aside
i find myself holed up inside this keep
desperately clinging to such selfish pride
the cracks mount and the damn breaks
splilling forward; such great haste
swearing thusly it might empty
yet finding more; forever aplenty