The End of an Era

The passage of time,
the moving of furniture.

the sound of heavy sighing
and the uncomfortable silence.

a deep, unnerving silence.

and an unbelievably heavy discussion.

my heart sinks
and my head overheats.

too much is happening
too much is falling.

life is ever changing

and in this moment,
i cannot say;
"when when everything changes
nothing changes”

because nothing is constant.

and everything is shaking.


my heart gets heavier
my head feels lighter.

dizziness pulls me out of my delusion.
as i stagger down the hall

nothing to hold onto.

free falling again.

my ever present nightmare
my every present condition.

my all encompassing reality.

always falling.

as the room empties.
and the occupants leave.

i struggle to keep my head afloat
long enough to say my goodbyes.

this is my good night.