Sound reaches synapses
it has no resonance at all.
I can’t let go of memories
that destroyed me before.

I am a vagrant I’ve not
anything but costly chaos.
I sleep not soundly sheets
cut like razors against skin.

The distance I’ve traveled
gone has left me bruised.
The doors open found me;
I am not what I’d choose.

The shudder of ice in veins,
the collapse of my reasons.
I’m nothing music hits my
ears and doesn’t please them.

The world is so very fast,
the music reaches a slab of
marble colored stone cold
searching some song to love.