Paralysis Poem by Julian Takali

Each day I now rise earlier than ever
Before the melody of the nightingale
But I merely budge, I barely move
As Im pinned to my bed by a slew of nails

And on each head is a story told
Of a memory of us - a surge of the past
Piercing through flesh and bone
But no matter the agony, in them I bask

The sun outside does its duties
The rivers never stopped flowing
The canaries and robins keep singing
The trees bristle still
The sunsets die at dusk
The dark besieges me again

But my paralysis is my friend
He keeps me gathered
He reminds me of the end

He whispers the day the black turned
The morning both of you went
When the eyes of I went through hell
When the nightingale sang of heaven
A boys parents - their eyes read death
With a box of pills empty next to your bed
Every faucet of yours a maroon bled
No matter any effort - the stain may have went
But my hands will remain red