Irregular Days

I had written it on two strips of paper,
Torn off and skewed away from yesterday,
From everything,
From all those words I say to pretend that I’m okay,
With everything,
And every win aint just another loss.

That’s what I thought you spoke of when you said to toughen up.
Oh up and up into the sky that soaked my eyes,
in burning sunlight,
All night it was an afterthought of all I had lost,
And all I had never had.

It’s not so bad, it’s not so bad.
If you leave me where I stand, I’ll just wait so patiently,
Until yesterday becomes today, and all my sins,
The places I’ve been are washed away,
Into to the sea, so breathlessly,
Like autumn leaves fall from the trees.

Can you see, oh can you see these mountains in-front of me?
I beg and I plead, I struggle to breath,
and forget to think like I’m free.

So honestly, please stick with me like the sap on these trees,
or the blood that soaks these very words,
else down deep something dark begins to stir,
Irregularly like conscripts in the army.

I fought and I bled, to silence them,
The voices in my head, lay dormant, and it’s worth it.
This time is heaven sent, you are heaven sent,
From a heaven neither of us believe in.

So when you lay down to sleep, so gently, please know
You mean more than the world, or diamonds or pearls,
Stashed like nuts in the cheeks of squirrels.

All of life is just a whisper in the rushing water.
All that matters is who you have to cling to as this world goes under.

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Lyrical Poetry, Misc by Tawny