Turning
// April 1st, 2009 // The Arts, Writing
This second, my second of silence
Uninterrupted by the tension,
This tension of remembering
What’s come before
As I am barely conscious
This blissful, sweet fragility
I’m empty, It’s perfect
Juts melting in my sheets
Just one second, til I roll over
And then I’m turning back again
How did I sleep with the heat in my shoulders
The absent resolve that I’m yearning, I’m craving
Where is the sandman? He stole all my bitterness
And now the wound is fresh again
It’s tearing at my flesh again
I’ll never rest my head again
I’m dreaming, my dreams in
My not so stable mind, but still
I’m moving, I’m feeling
What little I can find until
I hear you, I hear it
The heat it shakes me, burning wakes me
One sweet second more
Try not to think
Don’t blink
Just sink
Don’t think
It’s gone
It’s been and gone
I’m moving, I’m turning
There’s only so much apprehension
Only, one second
Before I change my mind, but still
This second, my second
of silence, you’ve stolen it
And I won’t let you run this time
I won’t keep holding on
I swear to God this has to end
Why can’t I sleep in peace
And wake the same
For more than just one second
When you’re mine
For someone who is always on my feet
You keep me on my toes
These memories of rolling down hills
As we capture the moments where everything’s fine
For a time
Til I’m turning again, with this fear in my head
That today is the day where the seconds roll by
And I’m losing my mind
And we’re wasting our time
This second, my second of silence
The longest second I’ve had to endure