Tense

(Written 3/22/23)

You know sometimes I get

Sore

From everything life has in

Store

From all the tensing in my

Bones

All the sticks and all the

Stones

And I really wish they'd

Stop

I'm waiting for the ball to

Drop

Because the end must be

Near

Of all the things that I hold

Dear.

For once upon a

Time

There was more than just these

Rhymes

I could speak all these

Words

And they didn't sound

Absurd

But now I'm sitting

Here

Watching everything

Disappear

And I want for it to

End

But see life it never

Bends

Not to wills, not to

Wishes

Not to endless piles of

Dishes

Not to empty broken

Hearts

And the ones stuck at

Start

So yeah, sometimes I get

Sore

From all that life has in

Store

Because all that seems to

End

With tears in my elbow

Bend

Or on the pillow in the

Dark

Or on the mulch at the Park

Or by the windowsill at

Dawn

When I wished it never

Dawned

And now I don't know how to

Stop

Waiting for the ball to

Drop

And waiting for them all to

Say

That's the end, this is the

Day.