And hope that somewhere somebody is reading.
My heart pumps blood, but feels like it is bleeding
Into my chest; my mind is overthrown
By worries that, like monsters never shown,
Cannot be overcome. I am succeeding
At one thing only: stubbornly impeding
My own sense of connection. I'm alone.
I stare into the phone, and wish to see
Something I have not ever seen in there.
This is definable insanity:
Repeating action (stare and stare and stare)
While hoping it will end up differently.
But where else should I look? I know nowhere.