One after the other

they flood through my mind

as water rushes over rocks to

create a waterfall

and never let you sleep.

 

The sound of the waters

slams against any

tranquillity

and maybe you were

beautiful and friendly enough to

help me sleep

but maybe you were

empty

just like me.

 

And talking about being

empty

does not make me deep

or profound

or philosophical,

it makes me honest,

and maybe not even that.

 

We run away from loneliness

and the sadness that pierces every

corner of our lives like the high afternoon sun

and we can’t run forever.

 

Numb it away with alcohol,

but the alcohol only pushes it further

like a hammer wedging splinters deeper

into your already bleeding heart,

and I hope you don’t

choke on the blood.