Sky Ripples

There are ghosts that sit
upon the lids of my eyes--
the more tired they get
the heavier they fall, and
the closer I am to evening death.
Two hands hold my heart
for it alone cannot bear suspension
There is an anchor tied down
inside my stomach churning,
dragging along the ocean's depths
and I, unafraid, plunge forward into the
darkness of the plight.
But the stars cannot contain themselves
and in death, they shine

Am I losing you, friend?
Where have you gone, and
where have I been?
I am a bruise, I fear
that grows darker--
more blue, each day
spent without you
I am just a little bit sad and
three fourths confused