To The Right

This one speaks of lying down in bed. Tormenting yourself with thoughts you know are true, and hurt, and you can avoid thinking about but for some strange masochistic reason your mind makes you go back to. And back to. And back to. Over and over again.

To The Right

the clock whispers midnight
and the sheets wrap tight

the pillows cry why tonight
as lines flounder under light

a jaded and misguided fight
tugs the heartstrings with might

resisting the pain of sight
and the direction of right

9/11/2006
rgalang