ME: Lead feather

Here back is pain

- alone again,

no other feeling

            - I quit the dreaming.

King-size bed

            - freezing, wet,

from all the tears

            and living fears.

The tub is brimming over

            I’ve never felt so sober!
You closed the door

            and sat a closure…

My thoughts are winding,

            in the night are fading,

I used to be a feather,

            am now of lead.

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