These Words Scream

For a while

Hours are swallowed listless
Weightless waves of soft nothingness
Sleepy hanging bulb dimming
Images begin to drop with your lids
Lashes stick together pressing contact
Like dry leaves to your skin
And I know, I know you can't bare waking
The flashy, plangent lives, your own
Raspy shrieks of everyday's ache
Make you ill
Your hurt that never shows itself
Is quiet in its democracy
For a while
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry
That this timelessness will end
Like everything else
Like everything else
The analgesics are fading
As a laugh from years ago
The humming walls of your sad palette
Grow deafening
And your hurt that never shows itself
Make me ill