Geri

Tiredness is a feeling. 
An emotion. 
An echo. 
I am tired, 
so tired 
of being tired 
all the time. 

 

The wind says 
come. 
Let me brush the leaves off your shoulder 
and have them f l u t t e r in the breeze.  

Let me beautify 
your decay 
and send your colors
spinning 

I. January - i would be bitter too, if i was always forgotten. i would be closed off and cold, fix my icy gaze upon anyone who dared to spite me. i wouldn't like myself. wouldn’t like always being forgotten. always being upstaged.

I felt ethereal yesterday. Not today. But yesterday 
I felt, 
ethereal. 
As I traversed down the gray highway with an ever changing sky. 
The clouds were blue lavender smoke, 

This is a fragile moment. 

Everything is changing colors. 
The pavement on my street is 
blackened 
The remnants of rain giving an oily sheen. 

Walls darken