Alone is the railroad car
continually passing by, rattling
the night into darkness with
insincere eyes..
The sound of breathing roars across
the bed. The drip of a faucet clocks
out the minutes with agony.
Outside city lights blink a neon code;
red-blue points with false hope.
Fleeting dreams raise a curtain
revealing faces without voices.
Lies and facts collide as the first of
mornings rays attack dark
corners.
Roger Singer 