alone at home
with and without
you
all the time
exposes me, cracks my shell
to gaze at my fried mind
see i’m selfish
helpless
can’t get anywhere on time
down the line when my
stuck frozen, clinging like
you’ve been stolen
right out of my bed
routine makes me claustrophobic
i’m hoping
we catch up in time
but
the ceilings are much too high
the ground is washed out
slipped from my palms is pride
and a question:
will i ever be enough?
the water which wells my will
to live
runs
dry
why?