Yawn

stretching towards infinity
bones cracking
spreading out
you have sat still for far too long

ideas like breathing
ideas like life
seem foreign,
as you stare at the moon synced with dawn

benign latency
slumping forms
breathing as a long slept monster
with no treasure guarded

water leaks forth
tear ducts dry
tension based were wings would sprout
if only the impossible were not

I am only the moments between dawn and dawn
when the sky leaves time indistinguishable
and I felt like I had never aged,
only grown more tired
and been more dreary

Every moment is soul sucking
but you lack the will to change
this menial existence.
Try, goddammit.

Incompletion equals failure.