Posted 11 months ago
the floor creaks next door
the floor creaks next door
and I am alone
but I know that someone is near
heat from the day
rests where I lay
and consoles me with unsettled fear
the uneven wood
reminds me I could
get dressed and drive into the night
yet I lay here still
against my own will
steadily withstanding my plight
with each given groan
I trundle and moan
and think of the time I have left
the lessons I’ve learned
the scars that I’ve earned
and, love is always guilty of theft
did I get lost on the way
or trapped in a day
where the sun never rises or sets?
I shall get up in the morn
sew what I’ve torn
and labor to pay off my debts
at last I’m alive
but cannot contrive
where I will go next from here
the floor creaks next door
and I am alone
but I know that someone is near
