Maybe Tonight

Maybe tonight

The scars aren't tender,

And we'll peruse the 

Windswept streets?...

...I know for certain

There's a struggle

Anyplace where the

Two roads meet.

The loudest flake who

Barks an order is

Always the one who 

Runs the roost!...

...Immersed in this

Madhouse 

Like an answerable 

Boarder...

...Once again I must

Tussle 

Against the flat

Use...

Of fleeing my 

Duty,

And dropping my 

Cross...

...If I could permit myself

To face this loss

That is buried far down

In the pit of my dark...

Maybe tonight,

If I can find the heart,

I will face the 

Escort

Who calls out 

My name!...

...Begging to rise,

My soul...

Set on low 

Flame.

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2017

Bunny Villaire