I feel nothing tonight
As the clock ticks its seconds away
From the time when I should’ve been in bed
Hours ago
And the piano chords strike a note that used
To resonate deep in my bones
But my bones are hollow and hardened tonight
A surface fleeting of empathy
That sours the air around me and I sit
Unfazed
Waiting for a new ballad to dig up old haunts
To shed today’s skin and all the violence that raged contained
Like scriptures weaved through my nerves
Coaxing a rapture
As blood boiled in veins eager to rupture
Once again my head should be resting
Comfortably or as comfortable as I can be
On a pillow but still the early morning hours
And the long waking day dredge me from my slumber
Tonight I feel nothing but the wrath
Of someone parking their broke down van
Where my truck should be parked
When my eyes should be closed
And my head resting
Comfortably
Or as comfortable as I can be
On a pillow
Waiting for tomorrow’s alarm to go off.