drafts

"drafts"

it's true what i have said--

that i am
             weary. misplaced.
still stuck in the stream
                                        of
monotony. by daylight
                                       my
legs drag along the riverbed.

day-dreamt of ghosts bound
to the fences
                    their brothers
& sisters
                   once sat upon--

at night i am
                     drowning.

unable to lighten the weight
of myself.
               
remaining a student, a son, a
child
           to the eyes of forever.