& I can never tell you
the days counting the patterns
there in the fading wall paper
all books read
no sounds no music to break the day
nowhere to go nothing to do
but sit here stare at the dust swirling
settling there on the thin carpet
heading down to the floor
& all I could hear was the buzzing
of my ears my soul losing fire
I couldn’t think of one body
could hold my aching
would visit me here
& all those stories they tell you
your family will pick you up
what do you think is the dust
swirling down to the carpet?
they will love you for the audience
speak good words should someone hear
no letters no call made it to this door
fluttered to lie down next to me
last I looked all was empty
such as these eyes looking flat
to the patterns on the wall
& all I could do was hold on
wait for these days to change
hope one day to find another
for the wallpaper to come rearrange
