Myriad of Emotion
Bluelighter
A cement step warmed by the 4:00 sun provides a home for the weary.
Her back rests against the steel door.
The door protecting inside from out, or maybe outside from in.
One slow drag allows the close of weighted eyelids.
Another day.
Another fight.
The ash flutters to the worn ground and rests with the remains of a thousand others.
All the late night wishing failed to change today.
So she sits,
fills her lungs,
and waits for an answer to one small question.
"Why me?"
[ 25 March 2002: Message edited by: Myriad of Emotion ]
Her back rests against the steel door.
The door protecting inside from out, or maybe outside from in.
One slow drag allows the close of weighted eyelids.
Another day.
Another fight.
The ash flutters to the worn ground and rests with the remains of a thousand others.
All the late night wishing failed to change today.
So she sits,
fills her lungs,
and waits for an answer to one small question.
"Why me?"
[ 25 March 2002: Message edited by: Myriad of Emotion ]
