new layers of skin forming
old habits
dying hard as
speech becomes noise and
silence becomes sloppy,
slurring ambitions
blinking to forget
this chaos.
uttering words mustered from
the bottom of lungs
but finding no meaning
in the compounding syllables.
this chaos
spread to my bones.
this chaos
knows no bounds
but the haste of each day wasted
searching for the light
in another,
waiting on the dust to settle.
[orig 5-Dec-18]
