Weight

It’s half spoken, half empty. Words covering words, weaving a blanket of madness. Tears that can’t even reach the eye’s horizon - There aren’t any more to cry. Bury yourself and eventually you’ll forget - But only until it’s most inconvenient to remember. Once again lost, denying regret. Freezing in snow storms - living in December. You are covered, yet still you shiver. The weight you bear is chilling. It is clear you can’t find the strength to keep going. You are falling beneath this blanket of words. You are half empty, half spoken - And you aren’t even at home within your own mind. It snows blankets of words, broken - Frozen solid and blind.