The Crack Of Dawn
The real work begins at dawn.
When the fun is over
we encounter our own reflection
in the eyes of those like us
left standing.
The horror of smells
around us come alive
from the dark to a waking dream
that needs dark to survive.
Colors brighter make cracks
in the walls appear
cracks in Revlon princesses
visible.
Morning wrenches our eyes open
we encounter ourselves
thrown into the street
where, all are alone and tired
The crack of dawn is real work.
good one, varnell!
Thanks for reading Brian , and the kind word.