numbers, ghost, and a good excuse

info-mercials are my comedy tonight
i ride into lonely oblivion
on a trusty green love seat

i scream in silence
and plead with stygian corners
the mess collects
            and i consume
          outside i am a ghost on this hot july night
    
 no money
  no freedom
no where

i go back inside and pace

i try to think if their is someone i can call

nope not a soul
  not a human

tenuous hope in a faint sound outside
no aliens coming for me
just the rodents outside

trapped in a box
trapped in my flawed failed skin
clawing at the walls

for something

to break this silence

Reviews

[demureminds]

I love the organization of this, it's sounds like desperate cry for help or something. Great work!

[moo to the world]

thank you it very much was i get bored very easily

[Celestial Witch Child]

I adore how you ended this. Simple and strong. Keep writing.

You just called one...

One who promissed you to be there.
As many know me.

Beautiful poetry kind poet.

E.L.