club hoppin’….

club hoppin'

two am
staring
at the patterns
on the ceiling
the mind
asserts
they’re
just passing cars
the heart
says
they’re
souls
quivering in the night
frightened beings
searching for what
remains
of hope
groups
of souls
in the darkness
attempting
to piece together
broken promises
before morning/s sun
reveals
how desperate
and
vain
the task
has been

4 thoughts on “club hoppin’….

  1. I sometimes count it as my greatest blessing that I have left that club years ago, and am happy without any further interest in “someone special”, not because I am disappointed, but because I don’t feel their need anymore, anywhere in my heart. 🙂

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