Sitting here in the semi darkness
I wonder if I’ve made the right choice.
There are times in life when things
Should somehow remain
Is it because I always want so much more?
Is it because I always want instant gratification?
The final question demands brutally
What is it that you
I press my cheek to the cool metal
Then feel myself slip into a senseless void
An empty place which only contains
I can’t feel if my belly is touching it or not
Numb remnants of a recent surgery
That left another place
And silence can only crush against my ears
When I chose to pay attention
But I’m busy focusing on