Nameless

I need a name

The boy has died

His fantastical needs and shipwreck dreams have faded past slumber 

The clock hands, for nearly a minute, came to rest and now turn back 

Ticking louder, striking ominously 

Before it's too late

I need a name

That can be echoed off canyon walls

Carried along riverbeds

And drifted out to sea

You see, I was salt once

A crystalline palace in the palm of your hand 

Fragile if you knew you were crushing me

But now I'm stone, rounded by the currents of reality and tumbled along eroding shorelines of exposed and twisted mangrove roots

Little hairs being stripped bare and beaten into submission 

Left behind, it's the salt that shines, in the sun

I was a force once but I'm not the same

I need a name

I was written next you

I was called out loud and had taken vows 

Little voices could cry, daddy 

Now they cry

They shout only a void 

A hole 

I feel like a wishing well that's ashamed of the scam and if there were a way I could give all those wishes back, I would 

But I'm empty

I'm silent 

Nothing

I need a name

A name that is proud

That says I believe what I'm talking about, that I've seen enough of this world and can convince two little girls that the world is their oyster 

And they are the shiny pearls 

But who am I 

Who am I to make such grand statements 

Who am I to flip coins back into the pockets of daydreamers or take offense when life made no sense and you changed your name

Who am I, a stone, dead weight whose spent enough time on the beaches of fate a saw firsthand that we're all losing ground at an alarming rate

Who am I 

I need a name