Lightning in a Bottle

Made of electricity
Made of lightning
A pure hum

Nobody tells you
How great power comes
with great routine.

Going on for hours
Without tiring.
Round and round.
The constant buzzing.

Same voices.
Same songs.
Same notes.
Same ringing.

So much ringing.
Feeling more like a bell
Feeling more like a wall phone
Feeling more like a way to keep score
Than a bolt.

A bolt of

Is power really worth
Being put on repeat?
After a while
No one listens
But the numbers keep climbing.

So the humming
The buzzing
The ringing
Keeps going until
I strike.