gears vs buttons

gears vs buttons

yesterday, i was stronger.

today, the gears that catalyze movement
have slowed to a hault.
the pulleys and chains rest still
and that which operated steadfastly
through years of abuse
has finally surrendered.

it was quiet.
it all stopped very quietly.

the irrepairable machinery within me
is likely to rust
skeletal. non-operative. examinate.
and left now is a voice, or maybe just letters today
beckoning for you.

beneath the layers we slept under,
enveloped by songs
which poured blues and greens down a backdrop
made of un-mounted canvas.

i wept alone.
and quietly.

full of hope, the weight in each step
embittering my affectionate temper.
as each morning brought us closer
to my weakest moment.

i cursed the sun this morning
and said a silent prayer
out of desperation for one more day in the snow.

but it was all too quiet.