Down River

the need for amusement has never been louder
distance has kissed my footsteps and laid them to rest

I am still, like a prayer, waiting to be devoured by finality
looking up to the heaven that is living down the street

my cries for help have been whispered in translation
and disappear into the dusty shadow of tomorrow’s decay

the other half is less than a speck of forever
this irks my sense of completion and I droop

deep down I am going where oxygen can’t breathe
my short breath expands the lung of necessity

I am pregnant with the expectation of something new
an aloneness that is tied to the idea of companionship

an emptiness that is full of emptiness
a space that I can taste with my closed eyes

a furnace that burns the desire for warmth
filling my room with a cold nostalgia for love

the world mimics my petty discomforts
exploding with fervent mistakes and the friction of opposites

oddly, even rhythm can’t skip to the recorded imperfections
falling down becomes the choreography of optimism

rising up has become the only choice