A Short Piece

Your face as jaded as a designated day of rest
Is now the thudding in my chest
Although I know
Eventually that face will wither
As the object of my fretting soul
It makes me quiver
I'm inspired by you
Over and over  I play you in my brain
and stare into that inspiring face
And the words you whisper softly to me
While I”m locked in
Locked away from a world so full of hate
You are all of my senses
You are everything I see
And the world becomes white noise
The hatred in it begins to drift away
and the letters to all the girls and boys
have no more to say
As I'm patiently knowingly hanging on to every word
that you breathe that you speak
I stare at your face as this once powerful world
Becomes graphically weak