sleepless nights

2:21 A.M.

Thinking, Pondering, Wondering;

The silence speaks volumes;

The sound of nothing,

Until the beats appear:

Iambic pentameter thumping,

My heart filling and expanding

With armor protecting my chest,

2:27 A.M.

Chainmail links cover the bones,

My body—my being

But how can it protect me from myself?

It blocks others—Making their intentions 

Difficult and worthless.

2:58 A.M.

Distractions

Guard down

Tension, pain, sleepiness

Thinking of you

Your eyes, your soul

“I’ll always come back to you”