Bottled Up

Pain retarded
Strike the chord
No reaction
Senses bored

Poke the center
Let it sing
Nothing happens
Not a thing

Open up
Let them in
Empty foyer,
shot of gin

Spinning photo
Catch the fall
Dodge the bullet
Jump the wall

Run forever
Stop at noon
Feel it's rhythm
Tap the spoon

Reminisce
Put it down
Dig it deep,
beyond the ground

Pain inflicted
Scream the chord
No one heard me.
Pain ignored.