Care
This room is silent,
static crackles
electrical energy
buzzes through wires,
sound of scratching
of graphite on paper
pour words from a mind
not wanting to care.
The silence beckons,
turn out the light
lock the door
let in the night
embrace the dark
and the cold air
breath the lonliness
no need to care.
Walk the halls,
footsteps echoing
corridors of the mind
dark and foreboding
whispering shadows
scratch the soul
long it is forgotten
the ability to care.
The sun she rises,
the glare piercing
hurting the eyes
squinting with pain
noises of morning
rush through the brain
it sends you insane
unable to care.
These scratching sounds,
my pencil on paper
to the earth I'm bound
and live in danger
eyes are closed
searching the dark
there is no remorse
for I don't care.
