daylights thorn
this place is dark
darker than usual
darker than faust
maybe it's just overcast outside
maybe the tree is in bloom
blocking out the yellow
maybe the sun desided we weren't worth the effort today
sol
harbinger of nights
end
entertainments end
my end
i've always belittled
the sunlight
never cared for what it did
ruining my glorious nights
i could of had endless evenings of companionship
talks over drinks and music
the kind of talk that doesn't happen at 12 noon
the best layed plans of dreamers and schemers alike
all brought low
because of a simple
crack in the shade
a crack that allowed
a stray beam in here and there
once in
it fortold of evenings demise
brains shut down
consciousness retards
till all that is heard is the bare bones of it
a door creeks
heels boots sneakers in the hall
clopping and stomping
another door
this one heavy with remores and age
a pitiful squeal when it opens
a fire escape into a blast furnace
the muttered loathings of
having to dodge sunday
church goers on the way home
home
anyone's home but mine
I got used to denying the sun
but not everyone is like that
not her
she worships it
welcomes it
and there fore
sees no comfort joy welcome
happiness or future in me