Poetry Cycle: Late night

My constancy
Again, we are locked in communication
With my begging for forgiveness
Although deep down I am sure I will do it again


Truly I this know to be so
He walked along with the poster burning in his mind
"Dance, live music, good times"
He ignored the waves of the one directing him to the beach
In order to pause at the solitary building
To return the unread book
Before he made his way to the school
Hoping to fit in


He awoke in the night
Mouth full of acid
Head full of dizziness
To erase the poem he has crafted from his mind