intricate skies

patching

i didn't talk.

does that make me bad

for disregarding the walks? 

i just wanted to stay

in bed the whole day.

i want to crawl into the covers,

away from the disappointments i made,

for the darkness to take over

and conceal in aid.

sometimes i find it hard

to act, to get up at all

that's why i get deluded 

in finding comfort inside the hole.

i try to patch my head

begging for the monsters

as they beg me—

to go down 

and as i to them, to go out of town.