Each night
I lay frozen in my bed
darkness torturing my soul
allowing reality
to leak out for its neat box
and intrude my mind
Wishing for words to flow
from the tip of my
tooth- battered pen
Jewel in the background
singing about a dirty man
and a pretty woman
wishing to be outside
saucony clad feet
assaulting the pavement
to feel my lungs tighten
and my muscles burn
Chris young in the background
singing about his vodka poisoned
family picnic
I avoid the truth
listening to songs of others desperation
please take me away from here
save me from my own
lack of self worth
please return what was stolen from me
please give me back
my dignity
and my pride would be nice too
no wait Please no
forget returns
I have a no return policy
If it was stolen keep it
I will buy some more
maybe I will save everything I have
and make a trip to a ritzy hotel
and buy a carved wooden box of dignity
from the gift shop
and have the cashier wrap it up
in pink tissue paper
or I can just take what I have now
go to the gas station and buy
a box of cheap band aids for my heart
and a scratched stretched plastic bag of pride
from the frozen food aisle
And Ill carry it home in a brown paper bag
leaking and dripping all the way
or maybe Ill just go to the UPS store
and buy a new box
to hide reality in
cause my current one
has been leaking
much to frequently
