journeying

stuck inside, lost within my own mind blind 
it’s a mission and i must
find time to make the mission mine 
put upon, nervous and now and shaking 
runaway train cooking bacon bedside cabin 
sour soap sticky on my skin burning 
stomach churning words blurring. 
candle light flickering music whirring 
spurting, cursing, and slurring, my mind deserting
saxophone serenade stroke victim aneurysm 
it’s worth it when toes curling, music working
building atmosphere alone, the sound fills the home.