Long December
-So where are you the tides are slowly shifting the grains of sand, filling the crevices between the cracks every break you can’t turn back and where am I scattered pieces and I’m searching ruptured dreams so that I’m scratching at a door that will not open and time is wearing thin my soul, it’s growing weary my eyelids fall don’t want to let the light in can’t face another morning don’t want to wake my body troubling my soul