Threadbare Hours

Roaming in somber bowels of night

jaded eyes unable to sleep

faded streets leading nowhere

looking for junkie ‘fix’ on life

roads winding perilously close to truth

broken pavement of sin and sorrow

prostitutes in thigh high skirts of failure

ragged children holding out filthy hands

garbage smells and littered people

plaintive cries without resolution

not enough moments to change world

can’t wind mangled clocks back in time

pain ingrained in threadbare hours.