The heart is weak now, It's shameful of seeing your face
It's screaming out loud, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? DON'T YOU THINK I NEED A REST TOO?"
The smokes and flames bursting out through its pores shows the horrible mid-condition that the heart was in
It's poor soul trying to express its feelings with the gasp of its last breathe
So weak now, so feeble now, so alone now, so rejected now
Why have you treated me so badly, the heart was humbly and meekly portraying
As I take my mandatory and needful rest now I want no goodbyes, and no "I should have treated my heart with love and tender cares"
I just want to be alone now as I bleed and melt up to the point of my last breathe and then will you see and feel me no longer

I’ve got five minutes
Then I must leave my verdant patch
On the skirt of a wind-rustled lake
hidden behind Logan's Roadhouse

Five minutes
to mentally finger with the fetal position
In which I awoke this morning,
there as the sun drew long shadows,

I, a diminutive daub of nautilus,
On a California King,
rippled plane of sand,
Sporadic shivers, beneath a chenille blanket

I, the town crier of dawn as
My own dreams ran screaming through the silence
Pointing a finger at
my sanctuary… “Here is your pearl thief!”

Men in hats, briefcases, heel-toe black clicky and shiny shoes
on leashes lugged,
Yanked by noisy hounds passing by
stop, sniff, snarl-toothed *******…

then one caught my scent,
“Five minutes more sleep,” I implored
"Find another dreaming fleshy mess of bones!"
And leave me to my pearl.

But it’s a universe that simply will not wait
And suffer fools for sleepers,
not a moment more
Yet for my many sleepless minutes after,

Dusk till dawn, and still beyond,
it’s always,
                  five
         minutes
more

My heart is weary, the light I cannot see
My suffering seems so hard to bear
My emptiness yawning stretching in front of me
Feels like this is forever's destiny

I don't want to be resigned to this fate
For I know of brighter days
Days of laughter, days of cheer
Days when my fears were never near

Hidden behind a dark boundary
There dared not approach me
Cause my moment was happy and blithe
And I never thought depression would have me in sight

But you see at the least worry
Dark clouds gathered and made me scurry
Hiding behind my closed door
I made sure none would enter

And so I hid, behind my excuse
And when I turned there was none but me
My emptiness a yawning road
All stretched out like a barren field

Gone were my friends
Gone were those days
When laughter and joy filled my ways
I could not muster the courage to call
Death was knocking at my door
I thought I could stand tall

But before long,
I was crushed below
The weight of my adversary unknown
Drowning out in this sojourn
Grappling with sanity

Is this me, could it be?
Cause yesterday I was happy and free
Today I am waiting for that moment
When the doors will open again
And the light streams steadily
Cause in this darkness my doors are closed
The door **** the mind eyes cannot *****.

A strong weariness
has taken over the worn out shell
that is my own
no amount of rest
can cure

As each day passes
more reasons will be made
to give into temptation
and revert to old habits
from simpler times

Though these thoughts will linger
they will be nothing more
than faint whispers through the night

If these days find ways
to go on
than I
must do the same

When I think of you I get shivers down my spine.
It is getting kind of hard to walk in a straight line,
and my body is getting weary.

Tired of the lies that I can clearly see through your
unforgiving eyes.
Times when we fight, but have no will to survive.

It is times like those that I realize that maybe,
just maybe, we were never meant to be.

But I can't live like this, not knowing what
could have been.

Zephyr, won't you come
Cast me upon the shoreline?
My head grows heavy.