3-10-13
This weather,
the lighted night.
The breezy flight
of leaves across my vision.
The nostalgia
guitars and music
windows open
records playing.
A carefree hour.
But the darkness approaches
and we notice that this hour
is not carefree
but an hour that was lost.
shut the windows
break the CDs
hide in bathtubs
Your time of happiness
is only a facade;
a mask over what is truly
storming in your heart
tearing your sanity.
A little breeze
won't change a thing.