Chained by The Night

Jaw tight,
Eyes peeled,
Can't sleep again.

Shallow breath,
Head aches,
My body's numb again.

Sober, I lie awake
Wondering where you've been.
Need it,
Need you,
But I'm drowning in silence and white noise.

Feeling heavy,
Knowing I hold the power to float...
Trying to tap into it,
But feeling chained.

It's 3am.

Hello friend,
We meet again.
It's funny how,
We mesh and mend.
Eb and flow,
Meeting at my lows.
You're sly like that,
It's like you know.

Hello friend,
I'm awake again.
Did you shake me,
Wake me,
Break me,
So we'd dance again?
Well here I am,
So take my hand.

Hello friend,
Thoughts race again,
Mind paces back and forth,
Like I'm sinking,
Quicksand.
And there you stand,
Won't take my hand.
But whisper,
"Turn your pain into art again."

Hello friend,
Please meet my pen.
My paint brush,
My notepad,
My keyboard...
My voice...
Yet again.

It's 3am.

Morning Thoughts

And as I soak in the morning light,

 and let the taste of coffee linger on my lips, I can't help but think of your hips against mine.