I will carry on as normal and what will be, will be.
I will carry on as normal and what will be, will be.
Put it in a box
Carefully packed
Turn the key
Store it safely away
Compartmentalised
Buried beneath
Sagebrush and dried
Leaves
Worry beads and
Rotten apples
Blown into corners
Clearing enough space
For tomorrow
When fresh winds
Will blow
Dust in your eyes
Is a solution
To the confusion
Of living on the edge
Of madness,
Juggling every new day
With one hand
As the other one
Remains
Holding back the wall
Until the fall
When the seasons
Come together
The sharpness
Of recollections blur
Old boxes
You forgot were ever there
Tumble down
From dusty shelves
In a jumble of disarray
Brittle papers
With curled edges
Crumble on the floor
Answers to the questions
You forgot
Were ever asked
Lie
Bleeding
Broken promises
Crash headlong
Into daydreams
To bring nightmares
Out of sleep
When disorder rules
There is no reminiscence
Nor sepia-toned
Gentle sunset
For old bones
Just the fright
Of an unfamiliar shadow
Wall dancing
Through the hollow
Of another
Elongated night
When timberwolves
Come out
To bite.