Untitled # 27 ( or after the bar closes)

Some random writing I ddi a while back. Kinda short and vague, but they can't all be good...

 

Standing 3 feet from Broadway showered in a cone of light that is my last line of defense against the empty night.

Standing there in silence, needing to speak, wanting to scream, praying to cry, wishing for any moment, the past, the future, anytime but right now.

The drinks are gone and the impending sobriety makes everything even darker. 

The light that once held me in the caress on its protection, now is slowly closing in, getting dimmer forcing me to face the darkness I have created.

Stepping back to stay in that salvation that I don’t deserve, and cannot keep anymore, until I find all is dark and the only face I see is hers.

With no where left to go and only words left…

I let go of it all.

Reviews

[Megan Wylder]

Wow. i just have to say even though its short it has a strong impact. Amazing write!