I was listening to the “Glitch Mob” when I thought of this. I’m heartbroken over the loss of a friend’s confidence in me but I was listening to the song, “Keep On Breathing.” Off of their album, “Seeing Without Eyes.” If you haven’t heard of the Glitch Mob, well now you have. It sounds better on whatever music player you may use with headphones. It may not be your cup of tea. Never the less it brought me to this. Other tracks on their album pump me up before a good workout. But this song has helped me anesthetize the frustration of a rather juvenile display of immaturity I’ve come to regret.
Metal grinding gears
in my soiled mind,
escaping reality I do
so for peace to find.
All functions shift
as I disappear amidst
the world so mundane;
should I live like this?
I starve for substance
to fill this black void.
A light it has appeared
as if in me a shiny toy.
A gift I don’t deserve
lit me with gentle eyes.
So now within it does
function to bring alive.
Stagnant gears move,
I have the strength to
move like I should do.
All because it was truth.
I have admired greatly
before but not like this.
I think of her around
now her I sorely miss.
Whisps of thick smoke
fill me as if there’s fire
languishing deep inside
casting out twisted ire.
My heart and mind do
together come to bind.
To replay all moments
of kindness we did find.
I remember her now,
we fit as do little rhymes.
Numb was my brain
but life has she supplied.
