Damp Dissonance

I sit on the ground, breath heavy like stones,

each drop that I lose, a story of bones.

The air thick and stifling, like memories weigh,

where all that I’ve held seems too much today.

Skin clings to fabric, each heartbeat a drum,

lost in the rhythm of what I’ve become.

There’s beauty in sweat, in the mess and the grime,

but still, I wish for the stillness of time.