the sun hasn’t set but i’m laying in bed

trying to get you out of my head

been reading your words and wishing they were for me

and my head is pounding again

been a rough couple weeks filled with sin

seem to be a couple more ahead of me mocking

and i cannot seem to find my center or core

wish there was a sign at the door

a burning bush or smoke signals to guide me

to point my vessel towards you

the rocky seas untrue

well they mean nothing much to me

i’ve lost all sense of direction

and as i bob on the waves of insurrection

in a constant malaise i lay pining

seeking comfort from the words that assail me

another hopeless verse of unbridled misery

while i’m under this curse of silent and ignoble suffering

another panicked denoument

of another failed play now apparent

this time i fear i am drowning

need someone to share my words

be it by letter or birds

so they can find my body decaying

just going to rest for a spell

toss my hope down the well

and pray for something to guide me