Closing Hour
pale hair glides through a bustling city street
closing hour exposes faces of defeat
eating, eating, sleeping, sleeping
repeating, repeating, repeating
liquor spills from the hand of lost soul
licking flames ignite from hot coals
inviting hands reach out for her to hold
innately knowing she’s lost control
mashed up windows grab at her reflection
tired eyes look into them for a connection
she’s begging for the right perception
other eyes only see misconception
mouths always move too fast
what they say is vast
heart lies in a cracked cast
what she has to say comes last
demons in corners come out to play
thin paths guide her through the maze
swollen sounds put her in a deeper daze
she’s praying her life is just in a phase
Copyright © Karina Jane Gibbs | Year Posted 2023
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