Unnamed Poem by Desmond Blaine

it is late and my eyes are tired
of looking at the laptop screen
but the fingers still fly restless
over the keyboard

the music is loud but only I can hear it
not because I'm insane of course
but because my headphones are on

thinking of tomorrow now ends the day
one more spent mostly on the couch
laying eating junk food drinking Coke
and trying not to overwork the brain

a desire in the heart burns strong
but it is wicked and wrong and profane
a desire of a drug to kill emotion and thought
if possible - for good

o to escape from this place I wish
no more and no less
new people new places new ideas
to make life more lifelike