One late night

Past 1 am I’m still walking back and forth. Stomping the floor as hard as I can as I desperately try to understand these thoughts of madness.

I try to reach the only light I see in the distance in hopes that it takes me out of this Dark world.

So it may show me the path that desperately calls for me

and I simply reject its call as though it was a stranger, a telemarketer selling me bullshit.

I run as fast as I can. It smells like my old neighborhood, it’s familiar. I push as far as I can. It feels like the present falling into the future.

I’m missing the last train out this madness,

I won’t miss this one.

There’s too much at stake now.

There’s too much time wasted in self-loathing waters.


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