Weight

I'm down below where the floor is out of focus,

Pent up and played down, rained in and worn out,

Picking away at the studs in the boards.

They're all too familiar. I've been here before.

The air is like lead and I've swallowed what I've said.

I'm a broken machine and a match already burned.

I'm quiet, all despite the raging in my head,

Collapsed inside and out until my strength can return.

I'm undone. All I know is the weight of the world,

So empty and so uninspired.