A Coffin In Daylight
"A COFFIN IN DAYLIGHT"
we share the same sadness.
I toss and turn on a blue
sheet with shades drawn
and walls closing in.
I’ve been here before but
this time I’ve chosen to
make it about her.
words are all I have left.
I rise into the same day
over and over and over
again.
that’s what I got for
denying her.
I should’ve turned cheek.
that’s what I get for
denying me.
I should’ve listened to me
but no, I ignored myself.
no one ever listens to
Eddie, not even me.
I listen to Gould in my
dark room and weep.
I die every minute.
my sadness is mine and the
faces walking in this city
blur.
By: Chicano Eddie
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