Poetry Readings

In the night

To you,
The world is fine. The world is just some place we live and die. The world is just a sphere; an Earth surrounded by stars and the deep, dark, empty space. With a moon that's out at night, and a sun in the morning.
You see a beautiful morning sky. The light blue color and beautiful white clouds bring joy and puts a smile on your face.
But,
The morning sky is what blinds you from the real meaning and from what really goes on in the night.
To me,
It's all hell. People are dying to drugs, crime, or just plain and simple cop brutality.
To me, the world is a big ball of abomination. It's holding in darkness, coldness, and death. It captures the smell of decayed bodies, that metallic smell of blood. The smell of pure hell at every corner, turn, every alley I walk through.
I can't even think about being happy.

{9/22/17}