Haunting Me

 

Why does it haunt me,

When I stare at the black screen,

When dirty is clean cut squares

And slices of truth, characters

Pulling their blood out of

My veins, my eyes are trains

Crashing into cars parked

On tracks,

Heart attacks keep me up

Late at night, eyes rolling

The ceiling, it aches within

Me scanning groceries

Knowing characters

Are forming inside of my

Best organs and loud does

It play that I have something

To say, something worthy

To convey onto the black screen

That haunts me in my sleep.