Enough of sleep
for her
No more lounging
for tears
Living for nothing
empty the jars
Sin, no one is pure
Opening the mind
finding the right key
meeting an unknown
Standing behind me
stout, ugly
Silhouetted identity
A bright diner
floating in the abyss
Joy, laugh until dawn
Crowd… lost…
swarming in from
nowhere
Entertainment
blasts on, stimulating
more grief, escape
From above
witnessing the grand
fear pushes me back
A white woman
stands behind,
bearing her class
Leading the way
swinging down
a flight of stairs
Into the crowd
roaring, on high
suddenly dismissed
Up I go
A sneak, a bull
Only to find
Three broken doors
with one catching
my hand on hold
while the other two
creak and groan
Sin more
dream more
God is asleep
Nothing to hide
Nothing to keep
Enough of sleep
for her
No more lounging
for tears*
