need

they say one cannot know the cost, they say one doesn't feel, until one comes to know such loss, that renders living real, so fade away into your rooms, tucked safe away inside, as if some mid-life healing womb, there's no place left to hide, chase the tail in city streets, chase the tale at home, where lyre and truth as ever meet, they witness you alone, in some respects you're happy there, in some respects it's clean, as if you're floating free on air, but it's not the life you mean, to live between these margins here, amid the chaos and the crass, and the collective weight of fear, it will undo us all at last, climb inside searching eyes once more, for all that pain you'll ever bleed, then pick yourself up off the floor, and be just what you need... to be.