a season of words, both heavy and hollow

I

Everything is supposed to be golden but I think I’ve turned to lead

Heavy, drowning, in a mess of sheets and sighs

I remember the light and

Turn it off instead

II

I always start to feel like I’ve overstayed my welcome

Someone screaming - get me out of here- out of now

“Next!” calls the lady at the desk

III

Swallow some honey for that cough but it doesn’t taste sweet

Deadlines start to make my throat dry

It’s dangerous to think of a person as a forever

They’ll start appearing while you sleep

IV

Free to float or swim under bright lights

I dream I am in a petri dish

 Under observation

They can read my movements but not my mind

V

Shells and balloons are both filled with air

But we only call one hollow

VI

And the song goes He holds the whole world, in his hands

My hands lack such responsibility

They grasp at empty air

VII

Gravity promises all will fall

Makes no claims about falling into place

VIII

You’re never finished

Just out of time