I’m looking for
A slight distraction
Listening for
My call to action
Empty laughs no longer hold
Joy: this ploy is getting old
Scream, cry, call
Ripples the night sky
No one there
Stop breathing air
And hope I’ll be put to sleep
Hugs are cold, forced, fake
Alone, colder; as I shake
And feel my heart quake
Feel my battered heart break
Can I see?
Darkness, my distraction
Leaves pain, cold pain
My call to action
Leave me here to sleep
And listen to the night
Hear the waves toss and turn
Cry when your chest will burn
For you have won this fight
And that, my friend…
You were right