Walking Wounded

I’m writing this sitting down

I see your face in my mind

I want—

So frustrated

This is my bed, I made it

Now I have to sleep in it


I’m walking wounded

Breaking stride

Falling soon it

Makes me laugh—no cry

I can’t…


I’m singing to you, you’re not around

All this love in my heart and I find

I’m not—

So heartbroken

Petty and soft spoken

Should have spoke up


I’m walking wounded

Failing stride

Crumbling moon it

Sheds no light

I can’t…


I’m dreaming

In a wounded haze

I’m stumbling

When I reach for your face