| Knock The tick-tock of the clock knocks my head loose. The constant chime of every hour and half hour is a reminder of how many days I have spent sleeping, dreaming, and wasting. But the hours of reflection keep my brain intact. The bright light left after you look into the sun burns away at my stomach, lungs, and heart. But it is the solar flares in my eyes that let people know I am still alive. My timid voice never heard, but my choice of words leave a lasting impression on your frontal lobe. My weak arms sending useless punches to your side, but it is my sly smile that snaps you cerebral cortex. My words so full of irony and confusion that everyone understands. |