The Flood

nondescript

 

Still here

Where you left me all those months ago

Waiting

To move when you give the word

Go

 

Pacing

In my mind without leaving my chair

Bracing

Myself for the call that never comes

Face it

I’m alone with time again tonight

And we’re both getting

Wasted

And we both have you to thank

 

Hate me

I beg you so that this will end

I hate you

But my hands are nailed to your floor

You got caught in bed with yourself again

While I grasped at an hourglass

Trying to stop the sand

 

Bad luck

From the mirrors that I broke

When I look at myself I see you with a leash

I’m so sick

Of feeling like I can never be clean

And this s**t

Is going to end like an overlong dream

I’ll forget all those years filled

With nothing but the damp

 

But when clouds build

The man in the sand eating

Twigs from the ground

Faces heaven

And soaks in the rain

No matter how many times he was drowning

No matter how long he’s hidden the pain

 

Author's Note

review, please. thanks.