This is where I’m found
It's the pressure that it gives,
that lowers me down, all the way down.
The heaviness courses into the ground;
this is where I'm found.
For the rueful, disquieted expressions
are shown in poses only I have known;
the hurt yesterday, still hurts today
and that, I sling to sink to the bottommost.
Tomorrow, if I'm not here,
I'll be buried even deeper~
yielding further into the downpour;
seeing forces resemble, thinking
I've walked away from them, unharmed.
Then, I notice the air around me,
thick with midst from the past storms.
Another surge, the tempest erupts~
coating me with its burdens
to carry along; while I been caught
in another squall, so
I'll just stay down, all the way down,
for this is where I'm found.
And I've been worried about
all this rain we're getting;
and I've been worrying up until morn'.
So many showers have come,
gone and I've gripped them all.
Washed away, into the past;
I try not to keep count, letting them fall.
Yet, as I lay on the floor,
staring up at the sheets~ tangled
in the mess I made,
listening to the sounds of the rain,
I touch the slopes of the pillows and
I can still see the marks on the creases.
For it's all becoming one sleepless night;
I let the tensions soak into my skin,
assuming for me, heavily dull and spiritless;
it's really the pressure that it gives ....
so, I'll just stay down, all the way down.
The heaviness, coursing me into the ground.