been told

long gone and never foretold
a room and the ash for the sea
what could be said of my mind
will I have done enough kind
how will my story be told definitely
by friends or in files filled disproportionately
codes from clerks and illegible notes in pages
from fifteen minute dealers certainly not sages
how will such things be sold
times when I was harshly told
be quiet,  just sleep! why can't you be still?!
reports that bureaucracy insists to instill
or lovers that met to quicken then to a quick end
is this on whose hands my work will depend
after all that must repeats to then unfold
in a room with no view so still again again was told
acquaintances we had barely seen
are they the ones who know what I mean
how will my story be told
after all that must does unfold

still

if I could only make my heart stop
let all these ills be forgot
I know what I am is little I know what I am not
how long how long again until this heart stops
when will this breath and beat drop
so long that taste it sours as the cup does fill
how will I cut this bitter swill
by all these lies distilled
when wronged by reckless will
in sleep I tried to trick the clock instill
when will when will how very long until
I can at last go fast to slow lie still