Tropical Depression

Dedicated to Salt

Reads on my skin after the last earthquake
"Mr. Mercier press forward, move for God's sake"
So many late night arguments we've baked
Too many broken promises to overflow a lake
Couldn't stand still for the bite of your snake

Time has passed to stop dreaming wide awake
Self lies have become the bolder I needed to rake
No matter how often my heart will brake
Or the time wasted blowing on our issue cake
Vision of me as a cold rock I needed to shake

A pebble lingers in every breaths that I take
Just like an 80's hit song, my mind will ache
Still pressing forward for my sake
a smile I got tired to fake

-- Louis Mercier