I won't sleep tonight.
I'm a mess of chemicals and memories
prohibiting any sort of slumber.
I have no one to share my inner-most
something something,
anything.
Alone in the dark,
waiting for the light to come
and wash clean another day
of unfulfilled haste
as I malinger here,
my present state:
Waiting.
I have so much to say
but no voice
and no taste to extrapolate.
I'm a dial tone on my way to the receiver.
Silence.
Call me out,
please.
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