Untitled Poem

dark skies
slash at
the rhythms of
the day
braced by confusion
listlessly
i ride the bus
thru the rain
my life behind me
my pain in front
this is not
the place i hoped
to be
 
the windows paved over
w/a black spell
only hell
can bring me
the peace i need
 
a piece of my soul
is lost
searching for its
other half
but the bus bounces
i’m bound for
great disappointment
another failure
chips the glass
before i know it
i’ll be shattered
a sharp pane
left there bare
 
is hope even
worthwhile
when i’m bathing
in the blood of tomorrow