Dull, is the sound in my head
The waves of the brain
That slow to a crawl instead
The inspiration fades,
as the night
lingers on
The glow of the candle,
Dances around the dark
My eyes want to close,
But the hands tremble on
They utter these words
I can’t discern
The letters form words
words weave sentences
while the heart pounds
gently in the body cavity
The magnetic force draws me in
The night descends, the light fades
The fingers cease to caress, the words.
The words are all there is.
