Exhaustion That Led To Collapse

Under the hum of city lights Where months before I bid my goodnight And hushed my truth Heavy snow kissed my pale flushed flesh You saw through my guise Before I ever could Our images blur into sound Finding comfort in small gestures Burdened by this sense of self The nocturnal everlasting who dreamt of sleep The clairvoyant who could not speak And the exhaustion that led to collapse Finding comfort in small gestures Burdened by this sense of self Defined by past mistakes