sands

I heard this all before
as I turn out the lights,
check the windows and doors,
my eyes shut tight.
Lock my heart
there are prowlers loose
who particularly like the night.

They might be here,
footprints in the sand
that don’t belong to me.

I stand on the outside
looking in
a better place to be
’cause if I’m looking out
you would understand
things are bad
vagrant voices in my head.

They might be here,
footprints in the sand
that don’t belong to me.

Feeling weighty
speech slowed
rampant thoughts
legs heavy
tongue tied
heart heavier
rapid-fire
synaptic nerves.
Arms carry
behind her back
heavy secrets,
she falls
unable to crawl
stuck in the corner
windows open
eyes peer
breeze blowing
curtains sailing
she is failing
hear her calling
groaning
wailing
all is lost
and you

you are no where to be found.

so long

Table is set
your missing.
The candles lit,
should i
blow them out?

What happened?
See the weeds
suffocating hope,
I too weak
to pull them out.

Remember
dusty heart
the last feast
swallowed
how the words stung.

Now empty
voices
tenants in my head,
once your space
and I listen too long.