I sit with my finger in my ear. #POEM
As numb as I feel right nowI look out over the grey skies Over the corrugate warehouses I’m as productive as my pulse allows All I want is sleep On leather seats Behind tinted glass my heated ass, the sounds of Florence. Take a deep breath Release a shallow sigh Roll my eyes again Is this what it feels like, death? Force to push on Another life calls Were my choices wrong Wish I had the balls.