Angels sitting on my chest
Forgetting to allow me to rest
I hear them singing out of tune
Telling me that I will meet them – soon.
I hide in the oncoming traffic
Disembodied. Soulless. Tragic?
Tears spill on thoughts I never had
I store them away in an overflowing bag.
Black clouds are frozen in place
If I keep going, I won’t leave a trace
My mind is sore from the voices inside
And still, there is no sleep in sight.