THOUGHTS

Ten minutes staring at the ceiling, ten minutes crying to the music's beat.

 Minutes wondering about life, what could have been if I'd been keen.

 Minutes surviving on thoughts, whether thriving or dying, unseen.

Minutes asking, "Who are you protecting?" You to them or them to you?

"Everything will be alright," they said, but what if everything goes wrong?

How can you feel alright when everything feels so strong?

More than an hour on screen, can they hear me scream?

Disconnected from the virtual, reality's here, it seems.

Darkness fills, but I find the sound of nothing, now everything. 

it's comforting.