Feeling My Bones

Walking through life and death

Your bones solid steady and sometimes somber reminders of everything and nothing

Your bones speak from the unknown and you hear it as a whistling that gets caught between your teeth so you can chew on the fact you’re no longer home

Your bones also act as a brilliant disguise because who are you under your bones do you even know the color you glow or who’s behind that face you choose to show

Your bones can break but never bend a helpful burden as you roam walking running crawling down a dusty road of denial that never really ends

But heavy bones make for a weary mind and a heart that begins free-falling on the inside

Lately you find that you can feel your bones you first noticed it while you were singing your favorite song because they drank the melody with a brittle thirst and you were left wondering why

As you tried to keep humming along you drifted into a sleepy daze

A man with bony fingers and no eyes and no mouth managed to give you a mind-bending gaze

Stabbing you with silver word bullets like he was never dead

While he said-

You carved out your own skull so you could speak human words from ancient bones because who would listen to words that seemingly had no home and no voice of persistence to define their very existence

Would your eyes see what they now see if they weren’t bleeding tears dripping out of raging hollow sockets

Would they see people burying each other to cover up their lonely burdens so nobody could calculate the cost of always watching the clock tick and tock while it plunders the days away

Funny thing is your bones can even speak from the grave just in case nobody reads the epitaph you left hanging from that massive bony charade