Train Wreck

Standing here amid the wreckage
of my mind
I see the invisible blood
moving across the floor
in ripples like spilled paint
that you can scrub up
but never quite clean.

My mind is sorer
than my body and
that is saying alot
but it is my heart that is
beyond repair.

Today is full of normal
activities, but it is last night’s
soundtrack that fills the ears
of my soul.