it's worst in morning
it comes and goes
it's still
it's dark
opened windows
the sun - daylight
the moon at night
the feeling same
the feeling fright
the day seems long
no song clicked on
just silence
silence
this is the song
no need to call, reach out to one
alone you sit
without a gun
the heavy thoughts that cloud your view
make many people point at you
the peek of day
"I made it to . . . "
another hour, another skew
no energy to fill the day
no scheduling
no "heard me say"
back to day and back to night
they are the same
when there's no light
day
is calm and sometimes stale
you cry, you walk, you nap, you yell
night
concludes the time from day
with wonder how
the color's gray
day
brings thoughts of dis-inclusion
night seems like a mere illusion
did the day turn into night?
or did you walk in gray sunlight?
that in-between
that not so there
that where is she?
wait, is she there?
afraid to come out and play
she has no one
they do not stay
