May 19th, 2017

March 20th 2017
Once. I thought my words held meaning to them-
Wings. Guided by Wind. Masts upon the ships
Of Thought- which you ne’er sought to e’re condemn-
So sad to sea. My wings are faltered lips.

My mind. My captain. He is dying now-
Locked away beneath in cabins of doubt.
Silent. No Wind to hush the creaking bow.
Pills to take- they make me care less about.
Everything.