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sleeping on a bed of stones
Lily Wilson
eyes closed
breaths slowed
i’ve been exhausted for years
not finding a remedy in sleep or sweet
words and flowery songs with soft petal notes
my mind is worn and bruised from constant use
there is no break
when you have everything to lose
my heart is tired from its frantic and frustrated repetition
the days blurring into years when everything feels like yesterday
and yesterday felt like the everything of today
foreshadowing the drained and limp
everything of tomorrow
nothing will change no matter what I do
but my life depends on every decision and what i choose
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