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Perfect Saturday
Its was unraveling to be a great day.
Good easy work day.
Let off three hours early.
Only to come home to an empty house.
as my skin crawls seeing the neighbors hosting a fire.
alone inside my walls. I wish for a place to go.
stumble upon a friend who maybe in the same position.
unsuccessful I sit and stair at my wall. With the T.v. off.
Listening to the music and fun of the neighbors.
We dont get along not like I can head over there.
we have been in lawsuits since I can remember when.
dealing homemade bombs thrown towards our fence line
bass bumping from car systems shaking my walls. i sit quietly taking in it all.
I hate hate hate it. I wish some type of drug would relieve it.
I would be lying if I didn't search the house trying to retrieve it.
I find nothing so I succumb to the fate of staring at a wall.
On a perfect beautiful Saturday night.
watching the world have fun without me.
