Luke Bensing

heaveness

As the days and the nights continue to pile on

and pile up

The heaviness keep weighing down

my eyelids

my shoulders

and down to the bottom of my feet

In that order

and level of severity 

Although the ebb and flow of life grows

Into a symphony of randomly 

Converging weights

The heaviness still 

Reminds me of the heaveness to come 

Later