inspiration

Hand pressed to
glassy window,
wet with rain,
the sky's tears.
The darkness has
set in for the
night. Clouds
block out the stars,
and a light shines
on the wet asphalt.

Turn away, back
inside. You pound
you music and
lock your door.
Books and papers
spread, the picture
perfect of studious.
And a light shines
on the wet asphalt.

Pull your sleeves over
your hands, cuddle
up warm.
Roll up tight into
a ball. Door locked,
isn't it? Double check.
Heavy pounding footsteps
on the stairs.
That time again.
And a light shines
on the wet asphalt.

Turn the music down
but not too far.
You're not asleep.
Can't be yet.
Footsteps thud
bu your bedroom.
Let out your breath.
Dont come back.
And a light shines
on the wet asphalt.

Not coming back.
Give in, sleep, finally.
Is the door locked?
too tired to check.
But the footsteps
come back. Door, open.
Drunken breath.
Pounding hands, cower
down low.
And a light shines
on the wet asphalt.

Later, new bruises
of his disappointment.
Sitting, staring,
Hand cold on galss
dripped with sky's
tears.That light
looks like hope.
Through it all,
a light shines
on the wet asphalt.



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