Sharpie and Cereal

It stares me down to break me apart
The rain outside drenching my heart
with it's cleaning tools and its solemn feel
Make it stop for none of it's real
And as I sit here alone again
Wondering who all are my friends
I think of a few I could ask
To possibly get my life back
The firsts one hurt, the second one not as much
my heart, now, because of this, crush
My feet being roasted like Thanksgiving chicken
My head burning like a Jack O Lantern's candle,
and the red and green on my computer screen,
empty bowls and other things
lie around my room like rugs
the empty space reflecting what I feel
Too much to do, and not enough love
My arm a drawing board, my face filled with creases
my computer struggling to keep up its pieces

How long will it take for my entire heart to break
and not into pieces like all over again
but spilled on the floor like a bag of sand
My spirit slowly moving into every poem I make
and letting it all affect me, and having to accept the pain

and slowly drifting away, love failing me
and slowly fading away, creativity losing its sight
and slowly drifting away, into the void...

It's much too late as I sit here with Sharpie on my arm and cereal in my hands.