Its boiling up from within me, like am a pot of hot fatigue soup and there’s no one to turn off the heat so I seethe till my lips auto-pout in indignation. I’ve danced past the darkness, couple of times, and heard the clock’s comfort, couple of chimes, but the talks have ticked me off. I can’t stay a second hour under the minutes of stark raving crap.
My heart beats me black and blue
Funny though I still retain my hue
Giving respect where I knew it due
But they don’t return it to you, its true
Falling down the stares folding into my rage
Maybe if I write these down I can flip the page.
I still have those thoughts and desires
Those passions and fires
The pictures and videos
Pointed pun scenarios
And its getting easier to sigh and shrug
Soldier anthills swept beneath the rug
I give praise to God for my earphones
They’re a swift escape from these zones
And sleep comes knocking every now and then,
Taking me out like a punch and then ten.