On Nights Like This

I turn my back on the day

and lock all its demands out the door.

I crank up the volume of my speakers

just to hear the silence of the night a little better.

I drag myself to the couch to sit down

and rest my tired heart.

I pour half a glass of water

and convince myself it’s full.

I forgive myself for all the things I didn’t do,

or wish I didn’t do.

Then I close my eyes,

switch off my mind,

mess up my bed,

and pray that tonight

isn’t another premiere

of one of my endless thoughts.