As of now

With an older heart and viscous blood I bleed more painfully Wishes are weak as creaky joints Every breath the cloth of mediocrity And standing in the wind is all tenacity. Rapping my knuckles on wood is now farewell My ears are full of gravelled footsteps Mirrors echo with reproach And silence is the lonely apex of autonomy. A strange being rattles my ribcage My head a jaundiced dawn Doubt the colour of the day A shoulder strap my constant company. As of now the moment is buried A ceaseless subterfuge of stubborn forms and faces Language is a careless deluge And time is made for waiting.