Dreams Unbelonging (Poetry)

Who cares if I’m here
or mourns when I’m gone?
the light in me fails
the breath struggles on
the minutes grow long

What is there to say
that hasn’t been said
by others more true
and thankfully dead
their argument strong?

I would string some lines
in garlands on trees
and air troubled words
allow a stiff breeze
to tell me I’m wrong

So perish these thoughts
the pen seeks to name
the last drop of ink
squeezed from an old vein
in curdling song

The page does its best
recording this voice
at odds with the night
denied any choice
my dreams don’t belong