beginning with the dusk
there is pain behind my eyes
as the breeze dies down
the liquid that comes out
from the tools I use to see
as if water going down the drain
there are ants inside my mind
With ice picks instead of feet
and little insects flying in
the corner of my vision
that may or may not
actually be there
yet I do know that sleep is
not an option anytime soon
But my body feels like
there are rocks underneath the skin
instead of muscles or bone
but the nerves must be there
or I would fly out to another destination
yet I am here for you
and willing to suffer
so I may serve your needs
my sweet
lady of the royal court
of the garden of eden
jaybeasley2 