The Drum Sticks Will Drum
By Jordan D
Published 19 September 2014
One… two...three... four
The sticks strike
boom! clap! all I see….
all I hear… goes black.
The sticks strike
thoughts tick
all is black
Boom! Crack!
Raps lightning to my head
like blood,
my palms are red.
Boom! Clap!
my mind stops.
My hands stick
sweat to my sticks;
time to get off
but I don’t.
I wrap them tight
“Take me away”
all I hear
is the beat
and everyone
dancing in their sleep.