suburban dawn

this is the time when we feel most vulnerable.
will that sun come up again and make us fall into that lull of hurt?
the lawns are breathing and scurrying across our feet.
the crinkle of air conditioners makes me turn left and right and over in my grave.
you seem less phased on this mid-morning excursion home.
use your emotional strength...pull us from this living tomb in which we are embraced by the ghosts of years passed, by ghosts that cannot leave.
i never want to know the feeling of challenges as i roll my last cigarette of the night in attempts to quiet myself.
it takes this act to keep from reacting to prerecorded comments.
i want to know the feeling of letting go and feeling alright about something that is unknown.
i'm sure that there is life beyond these borders.
somewhere that has a less penetrating daybreak...
somewhere that we have no history.