On the Wrong Side of Dead

We all have days when we wake in the morning and our mind's a total wreck, and we stay in bed for a few more minutes trying to think clearly. I capture this moment in words...



Last night's hangover remains
.................... and you wonder
.................... must I wake up at all?
When the only thing you can hear is your heart
And your head screams wildly
.................... like a madman
.................... rampaging
And if anyone could be inside your head right now
.................... They'd be terrified to death
.................... and instantly repent
But they don't, for outside you're perfectly calm
.................... like a lake belying its occupants
.................... so you lie

And you hear almost nothing
.................... as your eyes dart around
.................... like a first time tourist in a dangerous town
The sounds are too many
.................... the sights are too bare
.................... there's plenty of things to think everywhere
And yet as I write this they start to subside
.................... Like retreating oceans
.................... they surrender, divide
And you're left in the state
.................... when you thought was right
.................... thieves no longer steal in the heat of the night
"Stop screaming!" I said
.................... "stop this camaraderie"
Only to realize
.................... in the din, that the culprit
.................... was me