Fried, shorted, smoldering,
Head-a-pounding in the dark.
The fingers move, but don't create,
The sky is a vibrant gray.
Shadows watch patiently,
Ready to swoop in when needed,
Waiting to be embraced.
A dull burn, a mental muscle fatigue,
What is the price for running on empty?
Pressing the petal to the floor,
Long after the car has shut itself off,
The driver ignoring all signs that he should stop.
There is more than enough time in the day,
If you ignore happiness.