The Atrium

Leeches on Leashes

Junkie wondering,

where he was

Yesterday.

Pacing back and forth-

Talking to himself.

Faces the mirror,

then looks away.

Rests his head

on his pillow,

looking up at the ceiling.

Drifts off to Disneyland,

floating upon dreams,

and smiling on the way.

Closing his eyes,

Can't face the truth.

The curtain comes down,

As the smoke rises.

Lingering remains-

Fading out shadow.

Thrown into a well

This stone

tumbles down,

down, and down

to the rocky bottom