Nothing of interest

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..