I look for stars in the sky above your building,
But the planes have occupied the velvet night.
Cold thoughts have replaced all of my feelings,
And I might get to breathe if I tame my might.
Blank stares shoot back at me like red lasers,
And I wish someone told me to run for cover.
Their rules and restrictions cut like razors,
But at this point pain is just one of my lovers.
I do not ask why the trees keep losing color.
The breaths I take remain small and measured.
Every song they play turns my path duller.
Soon I will forget all about these pleasures.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 