A Queen T original
I close my door and park my chair to block it.
I pull the curtains so the sun can’t warm my face.
Turn off the lights and take in the sounds of silence.
I’m expecting my checks to be drenched in emotion very soon.
This is my usual after all.
I can never say it because I’m afraid to hurt myself.
The words burn my eyes and blurs the world around me.
Whispering “why can’t I just be happy? Be healthy? Be in love?”
But something different happens
Only a lone tear falls
And I’m numb
I feel nothing
Just a void where my heart once pumped
I’m out of tears I suppose
So I turn on the light and collect my art
Turn up the music and loose myself in my own world
Don’t need anything but the music and my art
It become infused
My life is in my works
My art is my emotion
My heart has disappeared