Wait

Wait while I tear this silvered cords of empty enjoyment

Out from their resting place in my brain.

Wait while I rip the stubborn strands that hold my eyes

To their post on the screen

I'd look away,

Look at you,

Look at the world,

And at my life that's sitting

Waiting on my bedside table

But I'm afraid they're buried in too deep now

If I look away, these

Silver cords and

Smiling faces and

Empty jokes and

Dulling colors would

Tear my brain out with them.

So wait, while I rot here.

Won't you wait?

Just a moment?

While I pluck my thoughts out

One by one

There goes anger

Care and love

Joy goes next

Off runs sadness

Look who's left now

Apathy

Numbness.

At least my eyes aren't tied to the screen anymore

No, I think

They're there by choice now