The Stage Lights Dim

Things are not okay

Not okay at all

    I lost everything

The canary sings

     The black bird broke her wings 

The guitar strings snapped

    Dreams are turning into nightmares

I can hardly breath this poisoned air

   I can hardly think

Or do anything besides sleep, drink and repeat

   I’m not alright

I’ve lost the fight 

   I’ve given up hope

Even though, 

   No one knows what the future holds

I’m giving up on hope

   All I do is stare up at the sky

Or cry

  I don’t have a job

So all I do is sit with everything

   And type about it

All I do is sulk in it all

    All I do is drown 

The credits rolled

   When I went back home

And the fat lady sang

   And now it rains

Now it rains

   Now there is no hope

Only lots of pain

   The story is over

The drive is done

   Headfirst into winter

Where there won’t be a sun

 Time is what I need,

But I don’t want to forget anything . . .

   Time should heal this,

But I’m struggling letting go of it . . .

    There won’t be encore at this show,

Only the curtains being closed . . .

   The stage lights dim,

And everything goes cold within . . .

Things are not okay. 

   CH 12/18/25