The Dead Vine (Time Feels Heavy)

The vine is dead,

My coffee is cold,

I closed the windows,

I sealed the doors.

I turned off my phone,

Put my babies to sleep,

I locked up all my knick knacks,

I prepared my steep.

They never knew,

Never saw it coming,

When I lifted my arms,

My feet floating.

I came falling down like stone,

Stiff and callous as can ever be,

They rolled me over,

They couldn't recognize me. 

Because I had fallen so deep,

Where no hand, no rope, no breath can reach,

They turned around,

They continued to preach.