Lying cold on the floor
tears falling
being soaked into the carpet
twisted body
fallen into a position of pain
broken bones and feelings
what lies beyond where I lay?
I'd get up
but I'd be thrown down again
I can hear that beautiful harp
from a mysterious place
playing in a minor key
I'd get up
to find the source of the haunting melodies
but I'd be thrown down again
and be deprived
of what little pleasure
I can glimpse
in others
while I lie
cold
on the floor
