Black

I’ve been alone lately
Not feeling myself lately
Stepping in front of traffic sounds better lately
Traffic.
Imagine heavy traffic
In your mind
Buts it’s not cars and stop lights
It’s more like
The music they’ll play at your funeral
With the thoughts playing their horns
It feels like thorns
Questioning why you were born
Will anyone mourn?
I just wish I could sleep.
Instead I’ll have another drink
Maybe that’ll fix it
In the back of my heavy traffic mind
I know it won’t.
I just wait long enough for my mind to fade to black.
What is it that I lack?
Maybe I should call you back
But I can’t
Goodnight.