Every day i pray
i pray for a new day...
You ask me what’s wrong
then you tell me not to worry...
A dark man enters my life
He stares at me for a long time before words...
I fought him as he tore at me
with hands so full of hate...
What I’ve learned so far -
is that sometimes promises really do get broken...
It’s an illusion of grandeur
this glass house that I build...
He was a beggar I guess,
with clothes tattered and torn...
I hear their cheers, loud, pressing,
a constant drone in my head...
Emboldened.
Emboldened by praises imagined...
Words swell up inside me
chaos in my brain...
I walked along a city sidewalk
I walked along an empty street...
Friends might come and go
But i will never leave...