After every courtroom dinner session,
the night weeps long.
Pages confess how life keeps getting it wrong.
Shh… shh… coffee whispers into a mug like a black hole.
Water taps a single beat, dancing with remnants of tears on the wet sink.
Hunger dies when kindness
does not live in eyes.
The poor thing searches for anything, wishing the brain would forget how to think.
The mind roams into a fog of Spotify
no music brings sleep in a thousand blinks.
Footsteps heavy,
throat burning like last night’s gravy.
Welcome back to the same chair
with the scar of tomorrow.
Where is the heart?
It feels hollow.
A broken plate.
A bent spoon.
Nothing tastes like food.
“Don’t waste it! You ungrateful.”
“We provide , such a worthless mess.”
That’s when a tiny plant learned to ask for water less.
Mind wants to drift away just like a bird.
Song on mute, forever unheard.
In a loop, it is stuck , I must swallow.
Whispers in the dark pass through a worn-out pillow.