At Days End
Given up
calling it a day
promises broken
unrequieted feelings unspoken
so vent on a screen
or with pen and paper
scratches on an arm
rocks thrown into a car
screaming alarms
feeling this strange calm
decending upon me
snowflakes falling all around
street lights flickering
behind stone walls
strangers are bickering
no one is really at fault
feeling this sickening feeling
straining out of me
rushing down the stairs
tainting the night air
dry wit is spent
at days end
mathiasthom
written 9/25/09
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