Lost in a void
Annoyed by the lack of sun
It started as a beautiful day
Now it’s midday- just fading into dusk
I’ve see the boys on the streets
Playing with their fake guns
The American Dream.
Here on the edge of the slums.
Silence through the noise-
These thoughts won’t be outdone.
I used to live life with fear…
Now it’s closer to love.
I see the portal in the middle of the theatre open up -
I hope it swallows me whole.
Love lost in the after hush
A whole crisp wallet of wrinkled ones..
It’s like I carry this sadness like dust
No coupons…just a picture of myself from kindergarten…and a Valium for if things get tuff
Trying to remind myself I still can be loved…that I was born to be rough