the night, long
a period of silence
and i'm trapped
sanity; a literary device.
heavy and pervasive,
pouring through my
work.
feelings hidden, their
meaning diffused
and appropriately
shaped.
and who's to notice?
those who see
even their eyes
hooded by doubts.
disillusioned
the hum persists
and i watch
the clock, my
system flooded
electrically wired and pumping
full-speed
putting the words out
pushing them
their power invasive
and addictive.