Friday.
Skin wet from heaven’s cries
Cold and dreary
My head’s in the clouds.
I walk aimlessly
Pavement full of dreams
Beneath my aching feet.
Where will they lead me
Sanctuary, paradise
A place of hope, solace.
Reeking of exhaustion
A pungent odor of endless wishes
Waiting to be granted, never.
Life creeping up behind me
Path of destruction
Eager, hungry
Swallowing me whole.
Friday.
Skin wet from heaven’s cries
Cold and dreary
My head’s in the clouds.
I walk aimlessly
Pavement full of dreams
Beneath my aching feet.
