Crack

Crack
Out like a light
Smack of torch on head
Echoing in my darkness
Taking out all the brightness
Breaking glass on skull
Spark out in the hallway
Stars circling my mindframe
Cry out to the bloody heavens
Cut back to the moment
Snap neck back and feel it
Crack

good intentions

I'm meant to be writing one of these every day
A rhyming couplet, a stanza, a short
The pressure's too much, though nobody knows
So it's only in my own head I'm caught
I'd like to have some stamina, some staying power, some will
But the voices in my head remain thought
I don't regret the good intent, the time I've spent to take a pen
And write a verse or two or one or nought.

quiet

Say nothing
Let's never speak of this again.