Neighborhood Noir
Alone.
Such a small word
that carries so much weight.
Surrounded by beautiful people
animals that give unconditional love,
and still alone.
Set the alarm for eight
but why bother?
no job, no prospects,
no point in even getting out of bed.
The morning sun glows through
the dark burgundy curtains,
but it still feels like
the gray of winter.
Maybe tomorrow will bring
new promise.
a phone call, an email, something…
anything to prove you’re needed.
Eight a.m comes sooner
than you want it to.
check your email
no new messages
grab your phone
no missed calls.
Today will bring me one step closer
to the future I am growing dreadfully
afraid of.
In 1983, Lawrence Gladeview was born to two proud and semi-doting parents. After two middle schools and losing his faith in catholic high school, he graduated from James Madison University, majoring in English and having spent only one night in jail. He is a Washington D.C. poet cohabiting with his fiance Rebecca Barkley. His poems have been featured in Word Catalyst Magazine, Gloom Cupboard Literary Magazine, The Legendary, and Yellow Mama Literary Magazine.
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