Lay the roses on a grave
life is slave.
Pack the boxes gripped with tape
Move away.
It’s cold outside
And I’m freezing inside.
I am still.
Get lost in the shuffle of the day to day.
But I get on as the wind rolls by.
Bare feet on the pavement burn
melting snow underneath.
Lungs, full and empty,
Take another breath.
Write the song along a wave in emotion.
In the sand it’s washed away, the ocean.
I am still.
Skid marks on the road,
bloods a puddle.
Stories left untold
Perhaps too subtle.
People come and go
No one surely knows
Thank God as you leave,
pray and grieve.
That cloud looks like an elephant,
my head upward.
That one is a demon,
Absurd.
I am still.
-M
mahani 