I have been away from home for too long
I have stewed mounted on my bed
and I must travel from this shelf
but I am so tired
albeit there is no cradle for one as rife as I
oh carinate bird embrace me between jagged claws
that I might sleep along the journey
that I might salvage the remains of this decrepit body in my dreaming place
and ask you deliver me
to the place I lost
taking the Road Less Traveled
the one they ratified by the same exact name
for it is traveled as much as the next road
as it is now so illustrious through the hands of poets;
a tourist attraction
I have run for so very long
my legs have vanished
searching for a happy place
as I had begun the journey
unequivocally having lost myself
in such an empty place
how did I lose my sight as well
I never saw my eyes suicide from their bassinets
perhaps they had run to the place where I hoped
to find the things I craved
knowing I could never have them
and ironically I was blinded
I resile
"Let them go" said I, "For I do not need them, I still see the same"
I never see with eyes regardless
dreaming dreaming dreaming
and so it is to be blind
but I digress
let this bygone body still
I am blasé these struggles
and those of others
and I beseech the God's;
implore you oh carinate
repay the strifes I endured on your behalf
it is my suffrage
have I not at least merited that of you
have you no sympathy
when there is no cradle for one as ashen as I