don't know

chadwick

i forget where
it just happened
all of a sudden
i was gone

sure it hurts
not physically
no season to recall
musta been bland
a draining of self

tired rests weak too
just don't know
of any sunshine
time just saying so

without self is mine
my life gift opened early
like climbing trees going down
no breezes caress the face
the leaves have not as well

a motionless sky
caught in my eyes
a long ago stone
the chest
heavy

thorns march
they sway inside
torn apart
unraveling the mind
with spirit on edge
it just is this

whispering hands

Love your verbiage always!

chadwick

thank you

rollings

hope you feel better soon