Disconnected

Disconnected

There's a bill to pay

Every day

In order to live

On some days

It's electricity

With dollars that came

From somewhere

Other days it's silence

Which are paid for

With mental games

Jerking the past

Forwards and backwards

Then there are friends

Who are rented with smiles

A cup of coffee

And open ears

There comes a day

When all these are disconnected

The lights are on

But nothing makes sense

And we turn them off 

There are no smiles

It's all silence

Full of chaos

Yet no door knocks

Coffee alone

Sitting in the dark

Nothing from the past

Is worth remembering

It is the time

When all the sins

Come due

There are no angels

There is no Jesus

Hiding in the wallet

Barry G. Wick