Rosie - Frameworks

Each new morning’s a slow thaw

Pacing back and forth

Here in my current state

I’m chasing something more

Pacing yourself, breaths at a time

Keeping stride with traffic outside

Bracing yourself, steps at a time

Things you grasp, they tear at you now

Short breaths at a time

Small steps at a time

Waking up to the same

Endless scenes night after night

Scrambling to your feet

To the sounds

Of your cell door slamming shut

A careless king is waking absent of a queen.

She must be dead

Throughout the leaning towers, peasants keep their balance overhead

Therefore everything is balanced

Everything is balanced

But a shape under the castle

Keeps me constantly distracted

Nothing feels real

Nothing to feel

The world is not black and white

It’s grey