TheFeatheredSleep – Enduring
Turn out the light
No scrutiny tonight.
Her kind voice washing over radio waves
Through pipes behind patchwork facades
Bring the murmur of comfort … baby
Far from judgement
Where you’re safe from that brand of cursive
And the tangle of lamenting souls
Each seeking to imprint their own
Moment of impotent glory.
Move over, it’s getting too crowded
We may be losing our sight
But heels sound their static curiosity
Whether we look or not.
The music of what is not prescribed
Can be a tonic …
Free to sling and fling, ferris of hurt
That word they used … did not describe you
And you must be strong if, you’re still standing
If it didn’t tear you apart.
Delusion survives the harshest words
But not when there’s no one left to pick you up.
You learn to survive even,
As everything turns and diminishes
Lean on the mercury…
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