"Th"

Oh sun,
can't you peak?
can't you slam your grace through these clouds
a little harder now?

You're not even trying,

and I am here,
giving it everything I can,
giving you a thousand reasons to shine heavily
upon my pale, roofed skin.
I don't even know how to be awake anymore.
I stumble everywhere
with my feet, connected to wires,
the marionette master has been shifting me-
strangely.
like I've been at sea for years.
I suppose I have been,
lost for months,
in the security of warmth,
overwhelmed with my passion for forgetting earth.
At least I can speak.
At last I can speak,
But the sincerity of years of dammed up pain
ruins any chance to daydream.
"Th".
That's what I say,
tongue carresing my two front teeth,
making love to the pearl within.
It becomes apparent-
I no longer know how to speak or move,
unless it's a dream.