Misery Definitely

A partial work that I am still working on. Mostly with the flow of the last half.

Lending locked doors

the days that it takes

Instead of scribbled memoirs

of ebbing thoughts

I wish I could be that free

Wandering hands

clasp on any whim

of spoken interest

I wish I could be that free

Mindless conversation 

that pulls on empty hooks

I wish I could be that free

Mysteries of movement

moments held to the chest

Cold spring rivers seem hazy

She's never met a person

or remembered a dream