Its Almost a New Day

I lock the door to prevent despair and misery the rain pounds the roof in a pattern sustained. I reclaim my pride and keep thoughts slowly together inside. Those are only angry words respoken. A common face, replaced an angel unjustly has fallen. Here we are in a tranquil place fake purple flowers on her box in a plastic vase. Darks arguing in the corner she is gently kissing the floor. These four glass walls reflecting none but showing all. The floor is littered with paper and drug paraphernalia. I pray to a God that doesn't exist; each waking day, the pain persists ...