dawn. night fading away into the heat of day don't want to go home but have to anyway because outside of this i have a life something that boredom is rife i am crazy, i begin to shout inevitable that i should be the last one out oh, i realize as i pout spreading on my face a shadow of doubt people are going around me, avoiding me i don't exist, i'm not here, i really can't see what you see in me i should have left at around three and then i see and realize that time has canceled out all abilty and all my rhyme so i limp away, feet hurting, ignoring the winos and the lout realizing once again that for another weekend i was the last one out.Birth sign: Aries
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