Voices in my head telling me I'm okay...
Watching the infirmed slowly making their way to the elevator....
Quite thoughts of rage coarse through me like a gentle, warm current...
Emptiness fills me to capacity...
Alone by default...
Afraid of all the headlights passing down my road...
I never answer my phone...
I drink another and repeat the day...
When's my next doctors appointment? Will I have the copay?