The Crushing Weight

I am exhausted,

stifled.

The long days of night,

glaring downward,

phosphorescent, the moon.

I heard that calling wind,

the long slow mooring,

and I felt that pressure

on my chest,

that sweet crushing weight.

The winter songs

of empty, expansive sky.

Reviews

[deeps]

This is wonderful
A enjoyable read.

[Kari [io]]

lovely, good word; mooring. makes it lazy. you know

[Hedra Helix]

Awww yea! Potency! nice mix of clean, classic, and somber sweet sweetheart feeling.

I used to think of you amongst our old crew as the person who most served his heart with bravery and generosity on the platter, while all the while phrasing to kill.

this brings me back;)