echoes (2)

hey

have you seen these tracks our feet make

as they pace round and round truths that lie dead asleep?

those monsters snore so loud we can hardly hear each other speak

and sometimes i wish i had a gun to reach

so i can silence those beasts and finally find peace.

but you can't handle that grief

and i am a coward who can only retreat.

we keep pacing, silent as a grave.

i miss the sound of your voice

but you, for some reason, like how the house shakes

how we have literally no space with

these monsters scattered across the floor.

with every rotation we make our orbit widens

until the distance between us yawns wide and lonely.

so what are we to do? my heart isn't a soldier.

i am unarmed, and like a fool i have tried to cross this sea

that stretches out to the horizon where my body aches to be,

laiden in rusted chainmail i step into the waves and

realise that i've worn an anchor instead of armor.

still, my body craves that thunderous horizon

and i miss hearing your voice across from me.

but maybe if i should aim for the sun with this heavy gun

the bullet would crack over the sky and fall to nigh

what should have been all along.

these monsters need to wake, i need to walk out of the sea.

monstrous as these truths can be

we may end up broken

but at least we'll be free.