For The First Time In A Long Time

Eyes rent for rain and wine. Look to the divine Wishing to swim again Imploring that, that water doesn't pass-over- Above the shoulder Praying to die just a little bit older Although every day is a heavy boulder Fingernails grip - until they bleed Wondering just-how others succeed. How do I plumb this hole in my sky? Eyes rent for rain and wine. Look to the divine Wishing to swim again But it's only Thursday, And the weekend is yet to begin. And all I want to do is drown. And find myself homeless- And partially undress indigenous learning to cry once again. Eyes rent for rain and wine. Looking for the divine Waking up sober and for the first time in a long time fine.