Subway Hollows

He stares at the subway floor in hollow screams.
Spitting my phlegm from my teeth out in anger from his life.
The half an hour subway trip....
Ignoring the seconds, the time, and the energy spent.

Glance at the time, in hope for it to fast forward.
The inner sadness
Grows more quite, in my verbal consciousness
The chills in the upper body strengthen.

Arrive at my place of home

Pretend my life is everything beautiful,
I scream to myself and my consciousness

The iron curtain is at full strength.

These are days that shine brighter than the sun
I am uneasy and uncomfortable.
The sadness burns brighter with every lie,
Seeking these quick releases of satisfaction.

The boredom increases with this procrastination,
Broken spirit and damaged soul is my illness.
Booze aids only to numb this truth.
The grain of spirit is turned to ashes in depths of nations.

Still feel alone around you?
I have so much to tell,
These inner demons need to escape,
Buried inside by this manipulated Consciousness.

Harder to love
Harder to communicate
Days of sadness
Evolving daily to be trapped.

The happy days are coming few,
Without these impulsive treats.
Stimulus is needed,
Around the corner is bright new creation.