Sorry It Was a Long Day

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