Apartments Are Glorified Motel RoomsA Poem by JC
Apartments Are Glorified Motel Rooms
At night I am haunted by
Sad whispers that may
Or may not exist
My paranoia of other people’s pain…
Everything becomes a lonesome sob
To my strained nerves…
The city is out to bring me down
It knows I’m overly sympathetic
The melancholy siren
Floating on a humid wind
Of tears and faint screams…
I’d wrap these nights
In sun drenched sheets
And sing the damned
Soothing lullabies
On street corners
And in the shadowed alleyways
If I had the courage…
Stay strong all you of destitution
And hardship
Find your dreams
Amongst the living
And fulfill your destiny
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