Still

When I’m head between my knees 

Blood draining, brain dry

Bottom of the chair

Pain I just can’t hide 

And you ask, what makes it better? 

 

It’s Jekyll in the winter 

there’s no darker sky 

Our backs against the sand  

The waves are crashing down

Hum of a familiar tune 

Heavy in my heart like a bundle of yours

Chest falls like my pride

unsteady in my breath 

For me, the world is still

But it’s still moving, around you

 

Night gives way to day

But I don’t see it

Don’t even know where I am 

Nothing in sight 

Semiconscious haze

Why’d you ever want to make me this way? 

When you can’t make it any better

Alone in a vast ocean of mind 

Only curve I can see is,

Is my world bending down

 

Like the strings, like the sound

Like the joy, you land on me 

Like the steel,  like the shame

Like the stones beneath my feet 

The dichotomy I can’t explain 

 

I can recognize the touch of your hand

A humble abode, a refuge for my body 

I get lost, thinking I’m somebody 

You’d ever want to know, ever long to touch

For me, the whole damn world is still

But it’s still moving, around you