Desperation aches deep
Loud creaks screech in my rusted soul
The nails froze overtime
Still hung. Longing for movement
Remind me these nails still hold
Frozen from apathy,
Apathy trapping me between stillness
Where an invisible entropy that entered me sits.
Winter fits, but seasons change. Seasons, please change.
Three nails in need of oil, swing open
Remind me why I hang
Winters passed, the hour glass is turned. I’m open to Spring.