When I have time to think,
when the dark thoughts
are hailing me
like Starfleet academy
across the universe
of my undermine;
In the dark regions
of my dreams
where legions
of thought demons
come rumbling in,
there is a red wave,
a reservoir of pain
reserved for the perturbed
parts of my overactive brain.
When the melancholia music plays,
switch flipped to repeat
as I listen to the beat
of my heart’s history,
I remember all that
was given to me,
the bits I took for granite
chipped rocks eroded
connections no longer
able to be loaded
because they are just
echoes of binary encoded
in my overloaded
grief molded
dual lobed
computing *****
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 6:03 AM UTC
When I have time to think,
when the dark thoughts
are hailing me
like Starfleet academy
across the universe
of my undermine;
In the dark regions
of my dreams
where legions
of thought demons
come rumbling in,
there is a red wave,
a reservoir of pain
reserved for the perturbed
parts of my overactive brain.
When the melancholia music plays,
switch flipped to repeat
as I listen to the beat
of my heart’s history,
I remember all that
was given to me,
the bits I took for granite
chipped rocks eroded
connections no longer
able to be loaded
because they are just
echoes of binary encoded
in my overloaded
grief molded
dual lobed
computing *****
