Read Between The Lines

Sad Sunday.

It is very sad to sit in a room of two alone.

It is very confusing listening to a monotone.

Silence is a lesson that separates the void of company to the lesion of loneliness.

The tap drips,

The Tungsten burns,

My brain hums.

Abusing another abuses oneself,

The repercussions more than proportional.

Time ceases in meaning,

Sleep to avoid the thought and remain wakeful,

More than thoughtful,

Having rested your brain too soon.

No longer tired,

Think,

Think,

Think.

Copyright. John T O'Halloran