it would seem to me that this is the time
while wrapped in the sinewy vines.
tangled in the intricate web
of emotions that are suffocatingly loud.
it would seem that these are the moments
when the words would trickle and fall.
down, over and upon me
as if there were no end to the way.
that I could describe these feelings
or find comfort in words.
it’s like pulling teeth tonight
or a rabbit from a hat.
it would take magic to make the words
flow freely from my pen.
it might just be exhaustion
or all of this magnificent change.
a life readjusted and realigned
a world turned upside down.
it might be that all of my comforts
are stored away for now.
the things that I’ve become accustomed
to always having around.
so when tired and weary overtake me
I also become timid and small.
my voice gets very quiet
and I very simply go still.
clinging frantically to consciousness
yet desperately needing sleep.
wanting so badly to let go
yet fearing what will overcome.
I’m about to release a torrent of tears
and then sleep the sleep of the dead.
letting go all that has me twisted within
and struggling to find the words.
let the lifelessness fall upon me
as if I could disappear.