ICU

You took my brain

filled it up with rain

gave me a knife

so I’d leave a stain

on a piece

of your afterlife

one more night

I see no stars

in your aftermath

only death

without ambulance

only sores

in the sky tonight

for awhile

I still wait out here

in a plastic chair

I will wait for you

to get up and fall again

I just scream

when I cannot speak

break a laugh

when I cannot breathe

make a drink when

I need to sleep

for the night

When I dream

trees begin to shake

where the earth feels

its past its weight

you are my room

yet you overbooked

for tonight

I would wait out here

in a plastic chair

I still wait while you

get up and fall again

You tell me

Colton has never been

a place for happy accidents

then your sum took up

no more space

on that night

I have sons

and they learned to speak

in the air

that you could not reap

now the dry blinds

their eyes tonight

Go awhile

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4 thoughts on “ICU

  1. mrrlyn says:

    Reblogged this on mrrlyn and commented:
    Only one night was left, though, and now it’s DAY~ ❤

  2. mrrlyn says:

    (((((We Begin Again))))) Beyond time & space, a day is longer than a day, or shorter…. time is not real, space isn’t either. We “think” it is, we “think” we’re all divided up into 7 billion souls. No, WBA… One Soul.

    God bless you. I know, I do.

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