Market Placd of Youth In a drunken haze, gasping thinned air
lazy eyes active with loathing
nothing soothing
but the removing
of myself from the scene
Thought for the night to be
one of those gathered at the marketplace
of youth as so many times before..
Realizing too late it was for me no more..
As if a secret life of darkened night
could be hidden from reality of having
a plan but fear to see it through..
Instead finding as all the rest
Still nothing new under the sun
or the moon or anything else anymore..
How does one night seem to be such a delight
when there is no respect or compassion only trite..
Worn before the same expression of worth
taken for granted as if those words heard before
were new this eve of drunken haze leaving emotion
in a daze and finding tomorrow couldn't come soon enough..
Sickened inside, the reflection dirty
and the expression of worth is no more
leaving only a hardened heart cold empty
face down on a stoned cruel floor.