Thoughts In Draft (Part 2)

Once again, to make more sense
Or to not, or perhaps hide in this rust;
The coming of the rain and the air
Dampened forever in our thoughts.

Once again, to sleep less
Or to wake from this final slumber;
To fall down and crack her skull,
The thoughts now flowing away.

Not again, to forgive
Or not to forget, to fake,
And laugh like real robots;
These memories hidden are relived.

Not again, to catch the scorching wind
And not feel a single thing;
Like a doll, to lie down softly,
And slowly decay in place of a flowerpot.

This was the best that Strange Em could do without her muse...