The ebony wall pushing me from behind
The wall and my back are locked, intertwined
Heels almost dragged under as it goes
My gaunt eyes staring forward, froze
Ahead at the white line past my nose
I count on my fingers all my past woes
Shoulders pushed forward with my head hanging low
Cursing it’s not my fault, I’m predisposed
Awake in my apartment the line’s on the mirror
I take what’s there to make my mind clearer
The dream starts over being pushed from behind
My head and the white line are intertwined
© 2011 Michael Yost
First Printed 07/23/11
Michael's Lair 