two adjacent piano keys yelled over each other for a moving spotlight, a crinkle of the eyes, and a sweet, tender smile. instead, their noise made ears beg for peace until eyes glanced away, and they were left alone with their discordant sounds.
One step after the other following each one attached by barb wire. Keys in hand, heavy weight weighing down my *******. One cold metal touch right in the cusp of my hand. The keys jingle jangle, jingle jangle, jingle jangle scraping the sheer layer of my skin. Hair viciously being pulled back by the wind... pulling and tugging never stopping when I say no. Truth be told he only stops until I fold. Hold my hand. To a frozen touch.
Quiver, shiver Tell me what you see A trillion eyes Staring at me?
Flickering light Hands in their flight Clack, clacking away At keys of black Refusing to say To utter but a word Adjust a greatly aching back
Cold and filled with pins Unwilling, shift in unease As I sit here Clack, clacking away At keys of black Lingering is a gripping fear Nevermore are there to be great wins Only sins Of failure and defeat
Baking in the boiling heat For my sister Something sweet to eat While my brain is playing twister
Back to the keys Oh the clack, clacking keys! How they press, How they form my stress Into something beyond my brain To express my tries in vain
Listen, and listen well, For this day is a taste of hell One of many soon to swell
So each day Here I stay Clack, clacking at the keys Unsure when this racing mind shall be at ease.