sleepyphd

[sleepyphd]

I search my brain to find

A reason for my despair

I return empty handed

The explanation is elsewhere.

My ribs constrict

As my heart drops

Down to the pit

Of my stomach

My hollow chest

Is filled by emptiness.

My ankles are frozen

By your stoic expression.

I’ve got one foot out the door

What am I running for?

Up come my fists,

I bare my teeth.

I’m ready for whatever

is hiding up your sleeve.

My eyes have grown calloused,

My heart has gone cold.

But your sweet lack of malice

Brings me back home

Your embrace breathes warmth

Right into my ankles and cheeks.

You’ve got no tricks to play, you say,

Why is that so hard to believe?

[sleepyphd]

Your mitochondria are working hard for you! Make those powerhouses proud. :D