Wednesday, January 27, 2010


It's always hardest before the dawn
The not-knowing gnawing holes
In places not meant to be eaten
Like worms feasting, feasting

It's always darkest
When the sun is blinding
I've become a blackened silhouette
Casting shadows like spiderwebs

I'm such a drama queen
I laugh at myself
My inadequacies piling up
Like old newspapers by the door

Someday I'll be the crazy lady
Who yells at little kids
And whose children never come to call
But it's okay

It's the lot I've chosen
My choices, blatant
So I'll take the punishment
Stand in silence and wait...

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