Angel Dust
Falling
like a star
from an out-of-tune
Hollywood,
I yell out questions
to myself but
no one answers
me.
Why do I touch
reality only
to fall into
yet another dream?
Crawling
from my hole
in an overpaid world,
I wonder:
where are the
uncertainties
that used to
cling to me?
Too late to cry out.
Too soon to let go.
At the zoo
all the monkeys
laugh at me.
Someone's rough voice
tickles my ear
as he whispers
a secret to me.
My answer is
lost in an
empty room.
Swallowed by silence,
Like me.