My
Pulse was dragging
Dust and decay
Carrying echoes
That wouldn’t
Obey
Time
Threw stones
At my ribcage
All day
Each one carving
A crooked
Cliché
The sun
Fell early
In rust colored gray
A wounded monarch
Losing
Its sway
I walked
With worries
That wouldn’t
Betray
Faithful shadows
That followed
My fray
My voice
Felt locked
In a trembling
Display
A cracked glass hymn
With nothing
To say
If I seemed
Far
Fading
Or drifting
Away
I’m sorry
Truly
It was
A long
Day