I don’t feel well enough to go outside

I don’t feel well enough to go outside

The ache remains


And a sigh.

The tears drop

No- not like a paper bag

You shoved me in the corner

Before turning out the light.

Demystifying times and troubles

go back ten years and you die trying.

He said that once before

And now he’s dead.

Colors grasp for something different

And now I have nothing left to say