I wish I could tell you about the dark inside my heart and my brain,
the endless pull, the way they feel heavy and sodden,
as though drenched from a torrential rain.
I wish I could tell you how my bones are weak,
from all the lives I'm not living weighing down on them.
Oh, the way they creak.
I wish I could tell you how my expectations have turned to dust
the ones I cherished so fondly in youth.
How hey have melted into the dark, unforgiving dusk
I wish I could tell you.