Sean P. Pratt


Happiness, my only true friend
Is gone

Dust has become my home

No family do I receive

No love do I perceive

A web of thoughts

My mind must weave


Mechanized colors spin

Shapes do form my eyes within

I’m scared and lonely

Yet I grin


Naked to the air of heat

Music enhances my mind

Violins breathe a milky web of sight

Swirling stars

Tunnel of light

Embracing the sun


Eyes shut tight

Sweat soaked, dream of hells

I can’t stop racing