Why do my hands tremble?
Blood pounding heavily laced
Quiet thoughts in drowning
Exfoliating sorrows
Wishing or dreading to wake tomorrow
And why do I mourn?
For those who seek prosperity
A push, a shove. No pause for gratuity
Another scar to the toll
Another swig, another bowl.
Close my eyes and lose the feeling that has been taking.
-R.L
