Blue Days And Green Nights

Maybe tonight in the few short moments
 In which we converse
 We can speak of something other
 Than the ways our bodies hurt us.
 Please, please, think of me.
 I'm Alive and still breathing
 I'm wondering is this a death bed
 In which the living lay.
 This turned out to be something
 That I have no control over
 This secret reservoir that can dry up,
 Or spill over as it pleases.
 This power is stripped from me.
 So I'm listening for you to speak to me,
 Of Green Days and Blue Nights,
 Or at least nothing that even remotely,
 Reminds me of these Workhorse Days
 Blame everything on me,
 I can carry the weight of everyone on my body.
 Give justice for these sins,
 Or at least an explanation for
 How I have been feeling.
 Please, please, think of me.
 I'm Alive and still breathing
 I'm listening for you to speak to me,
 Of Blue Days and Green Nights,
 Or at least nothing that even remotely
 Reminds me of these Workhorse Days