I wish I could tell you

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.

-Georgia MacLeod