Poetry in Motion

I woke up late and hardly moved,

The day felt static and obtuse,

The sun was dim but bitter too,

The news was glum and hardly true.

You said no words to me,

That said anymore than I knew,

I refuse to see,

What you wish to show.

I cannot be the savior,

I refuse to be the devil,

I am here until,

You force the choice,

Of your decision.

I do not repent,

My regrets,

Or deny my lies.

With as much honesty,

As I can afford,

Indebted to you,

I hold,

I wash my body,

Of my soul.