Poetry - Moddi

I’ll bury my downcast hours in transparent ink

Tie myself to the mast and wait here for the ship to sink

Though I know I’ve set sail on a wishing well

The daylight is dimming out slowly with every breath I take

Gasps of air become roaring rivers keeping me awake

It gives me no time to think things through

I know words always come before you do

But I can’t find no poetry left in these lines

I’ve been trying too hard, too long, too many times

Is this what a biochemist would call happiness?

Is it part of some unmade promise I thought I could forget?

Is it time that I let some air come through?

For now strangeling love is all I can do

Yeah, I know you have mountains of poems in mind

All explaining how all wounds will heal given time

But these days are no longer my time to spill

And I know that by waiting, I’ll make them stand still

I kept it as close as I could through those winter nights

But the ropes only tighten round me as I tried to fight

There’s no worth throwing stone in a wishing well

Now I’m out of black ink and true tales to tell

And I know it’s all poetry, know they’re just lies

But I’ll still scavenge on what I find in between those lines

I’ll pretend there was happiness, fake to have felt pain

Just to feel there’s a reason to read it again

Just to feel there’s a reason to read it again