My hands are tied.
I cannot tell you how hard I have tried,
trying to unlock the doors of my eyes-
but I cannot fuel your fire
because of how much exhaustion I have acquired.

It is going to be hard
without you here.
I am repressed by your
Absence Already
Already Awaiting
for you to come home.
I need you here
but you need help
that I cannot give you.

God’s winds destroyed my trees.
It was an unfair battle
because the trees did nothing
but stand still
and sway.
Now I look at where the corpses lay,
looming lightly after falling hard

I am just tired.
No where near wired
like I should be.
I am running on empty.
My eyes fall,
they cannot support
the exhaustion I carry.
These once-stable structures
in my mind