Late night clatter
Echoing off the walls
Eventually to drown away in the darkness.
Orchestrating a one man ensemble
With the strength of fingertips, I smashed away at keys
Chipping away letter after letter…
Words flow but nothing sticks
Nothing makes sense… yet
There was something festering inside
I could feel it
Lodged deeply within
Insisting to borrow even deeper
If I did not spill and sift through all that was me.
It begged to be picked at
Tugged on until it is finally drawn out
The sleep won’t come until I get it out
The thoughts won’t cease until I give in.
I heard 2am was made for the writers
The philosophers and deep thinkers
And I could not agree more
But as I sit at my computer
Expelled of another nights cursed demons
On this digital diary,
With hungry bloodshot eyes
Criss-crossed with strained aimless patterns
I’m left brain dead and drained
Hovering over the keyboard
Tinkering at ornaments
Each scattered about my desk
Thinking, no, acknowledging
That this love for words is clearly unrequited.