The Wake

feelin’ desperate
reelin’ from all the past actions, threats, and passing aspirations
tryin’ to connect a reason with breathe and the rest of existence
bobbin’ for apples in a sea of emotion
“persistence” she whispers
and i see a light while drownin’
then presence overcame the conscious
and i woke up floating,

living life like a leaf on the current - searching for virtue
waiting for an angel to come hold me, take me home or show me
that there’s more to this body than the core
there’s more to a rose than the thorns
and though it feels like a conclusion,
that don’t mean it’s over

or

… maybe i’m just bored again…