Salk

Headness

Body jerk

All the legs a swelling

Lack of air

Swirling hair

The lack of might is telling

My toes they sit

And wait today

For times they want for sinking

Our blackest days

And single stays

For every word is stinging

I haven’t thought

Of word or naught 

But what is all to be

The cough inside 

The head pound on high

Of where the heartbeats

Breaking

I haven’t yet

Decided or at

To dig and dig

Keep digging 

There’s only so much

And who’s to tell

Where all keeps moving – telling

Who thinks or not

Of whom or what

But where we all keep drifting

The eyes the stay

With heavy gaze

On lids which always heavy

They cannot move

For once was true

But now they cannot be

To free they are

Of more and mar

But we all challenge be