Always Irie

I would scream if I could open my mouth

Lips zipped, shake no

I would cry if my eyes would open

Sleep on, shake no

Endlessly apologetic to cover emptiness

I was out earlier, I’ll make something later

Excuses that fool them, and me

I would hit a wall if I had energy

Heavy bones, shake no

Busy in mind, over thinking something small

Small

I would bite the bullet if I was hungry

Trembling hands, shake clenched

Folded in my lap

Delicate and pinched

I would accomplish a lot if I tried to care

Too much, shake no

I can’t believe I’m actually re-writing a poem.