Porch Light

I’ve been denying my broken heart,

Living in a body, that’s been betrayed,

Sometimes I feel as if I live inside a grave.

I wonder if I’ll ever feel the same —

as I did that day.

The weight in my chest, is from emptiness;

It seems all I am good for,

is getting undressed.

A purse, a trophy, shown off to impress—

As their mouth’s suggested.

I’m too upset to cry, for now.

My well for this, has finally run dry, somehow.

I fear it did some time ago,

Deep beneath my chest.

Death — sits like the wish I’d made, when you were around.

Waiting for my feet to touch the ground,

I still haven’t been found.

There is no denial, I’d made the right choice,

Though, I seem to have lost more

Than only my voice.

A heart left along the way,

In the streams of red, I bled like rain;

I hardly remember those days.

And in them, my heart had been washed away.

Walking through the land of the decayed,

I am half alive, and they are half awake;

Waiting for my last breath,

Wishing for it to come,

To carry me away.

Then will the pain stop pulsing through these tired veins?

Perhaps not, so I begin to sing.

I have a long way to go, in this body I call my home.

Porch light on but flickering.