6:43pm

and the music is blaring

a denial of evening lest shaking begin

guitar riffs drown out shouting

6:43pm

---

6:43pm

evening has fallen on the clock

though sun-drenched trees don't realize

yet as the wind shakes them to their very core

this is the time to endure, a tight

hanging on and holding breath

6:43pm

---

6:43pm

time to hear how inadequate I am

and how life will never get easier, only fools

believe in possibility, so get out

of that fantasy world

6:43pm

---

6:43pm

a knot forms in my stomach

every pleasant hour has now passed

each second spent in peace will now diminish

even when the threat ceases

I will eternally dread

6:43pm