I don’t know
where the light is
anymore
in all of this running around.
Grace
has left me
and I’m still young
bent from callous, careless hands
left
a beaten graffitied trashcan
turned over and
motionless at the mouth of an alley.
There is always a child
screaming into my ear
from somewhere deep inside.
It’s not what it used to be
and the pain-killers
are killing me.
I wish that I could
close the door
shut the windows
keep you out
all of you
not let you in
-this feeling this feeling
rises
like the angry voice
of the night city.
I’ve carved my words
through heart
and from wounds
my endless rage
and my way
through endless everything.
Eyes darkened,
child,
I can finally see through the night.
Breathless,
I wait for the sun.
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