Wither

Fragile as glass

My veins lie in waiting

I feel odd, exposed

Like a fly on a painting

The words crumble under my breath

Clinging to my tongue so dearly

Refusing to pass my teeth

They won’t come out clearly

Time passes on

Leaving this moment behind

Stretched and disfigured

A strange mark in my mind

Feeble and tired

My eyes like old candles

I fall into half sleep

Like a sooty frame on a mantle

The droplets form shapes on my skin

Running down my neck so benumbed

Falling wherever they desire

This feeling will not succumb

Time passes on

Leaving me behind

Odd and alienated

Left to wither and unwind