Late in a night before dawn
thoughts rumbled like thunder
across my split-decision mind.
Over in a corner sat misery
begging for attention it seemed
but in reality all that was needed
couldn’t be.
Remembering nothing of interest
to any outsider
I gather up lingering memories
then scatter notes of pain
on a tear stained floor
that is always waiting to accept
that part of me.
No it’s not easy discussing
nothing of interest..
burn baby burn