Not I

I crumble in lost sunlight,

Like the foot of a cloud blocked out my sunshine and smothered me to bits.

Mirror cracks from my reflection.

Pieces of my fears,

Flake off of my pastry heart.

Rip me of my tears,

Now can she hear?

Her words like a tumble weed,

Gaining momentum with every storm,

Like every torn,

Piece of my soul.

I am nothing now, but a vessel,

With nothing to fill, and yet,

Her waves still come crashing down.

Oh how,

Does this endless night, end?

Not, If I withstand

Another month, another year?

She yields a lonely shovel,

And I’m to hear the tales.

My muscles, my ears,

Now my heart fails,

To lend wind to her sails.

In my dreams I’m still there,

Only to wake to that strange face.

Not I, I say, and venture out for one more day.

~Feathertales