Sparkatale

I feel myself slipping,
and now that I’ve known
a glimpse of normalcy
the dark,
my dear sweet
companion,
she terrifies me;
the chaos of sound,
so different
from the cold,
feeble drum;
torn between
giving up,
and knowing it’s too much work,
because giving up
requires emotion,
and motivation,
and right now
I am nothing
but a shadow
that’s lost it’s man.