el tiempo

waterfalls sliding off of my arms
framed by shards of forests long gone
I am a giant, shambling through a village
misery doubled, tripled, quadrupled

the sun makes a journey across the sky
heads pounds with exhaustion
you probably expected something melodramatic
well, that’s exactly what you’re getting

I woke up today
wanting to paint the clouds into something beautiful
for my friend turns 16 today
but the sky is torn up and bleeding

he lays in his bed
facedown and cocooned in the sheets
and refuses to get up to face the new day

and it has always been that way
for as long as I can remember


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