not high enough to fly away

silence once again
these voices in my head
lulled to sleep

one Xanax
two joints
three self pitying thoughts
four...

counting invisible problems
like sheep gone astray
listening to old hymns
when all I worship
is the darkness

switching to mainstream rap
and back to old rock n roll
aimless thoughts
making no mark
no wound nor bandage
on anyone else's soul

trapped inside my aching skull
woven into my lonely heart
soaked into my pillow
never leaving these four walls
withdrawing from the world
and my poetry

with the void as my one and only
constant companion