Long Days
Long days.Empty
Watching the life slip away.
Strange behavior
Floods out of the norm.
Have to laugh sometimes,
Too sad not to laugh.
He shouts at no one...
Raises his hands in the air,
As if to conduct the orchestra,
Directing his own little band
The one that plays in his head.
He sings, very loud...
Hey Ho, Hey Ho, Go Go Go
His music turns into incoherent mumbling
He seems to sleep now
Almost peaceful...
Except for a few random moans.
He pushes the buttons on his bed in his quasi sleep.
Up and down, up and down...
I don't stop him.
It takes the empty out
Of the long days.
9/15/09
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