Sunday

It’s Sunday now and I feel so alone

Nothing to quell this fire, this burning pain of woe

I can’t step foot beyond the threshold of my waking nightmares

They fill me with too much emotion to see

Such vigor and colour, I want to close my eyes and be released

It’s Sunday now and I feel so untethered

The night terrors have left me with remorse in its place

But I welcome this feeling, I yearn for it so

It takes me back to when I felt so alone

Now I miss the simplicity that came along with it

What I’m in now is complex and strategic, a never-ending game

Each corner I turn releasing a new wave of pain

It’s Sunday now and I feel so tightly wound

I can’t let go of the past, come save me now

There is nowhere but here, and the misery which ensues

I will drown in this place

There is no escape

I embrace it now, I have learned from my fears

It’s Sunday now and I feel as if a ghost

Floating around this abode that was home, not home, then home

The hours flit by, the clock ever unforgiving

Tomorrow brings sorrow and treachery

I do not wish to see the Sun peak over the horizon

But rather lie here and release these toxic tendrils

Biding my time, waiting for...

It’s Sunday now and I feel my strength waning

I grow chilled in this place of death and upheaval

From its ashes I watch a fine creature emerge

One of resilience, of pure strength, of timeless wisdom

It does not speak, but I hear its intent

You are hurting yourself, little one, but it’s not too late

It’s Sunday now and I feel barely alive

But I crawl towards this shrine enshrouded by light

I reach forth from my shoulder, my elbow, my wrist

Grasping onto the taps and the clicks

Take me far away, but never let me forget

I have a purpose, a soul to never neglect

It’s Sunday now and I am free

The callings from the past bending a knee

I can rest, I can wander, I can feel

I can close this chapter and watch a new one be revealed

-LK