Comfort Food

There’s some days

That piercing ring prevails

all systems suspend

no reboot, the icon revolves

splendid in perfect orbit

I’m shutting down

System overload

All the voices say nothing

so I will sleep

the dreams of the Dead

Shelter in place

wrapped in blankets of memory

Those most familiar and intimate

parts of your mind

Only your key to unlock

So we’ll pretend today didn’t happen

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s