Breeze

looking up at the skyline

through broken blinds

between hell and beauty

there's a thin line

I capture the broken

along with the fractured

there's fire in the sky

beautiful like fireworks

in the month of July

success to me is pie

I do want the cake too

the lights on on but

I can't see through

tall dark smoke glass 

erected buildings I view

from the the ledge

of my condition where

helicopters pass by but

don't stop, I flash the

light on the ant bite

on my leg, turning red

I scratched until I bled

feeling one with the azure

where are the stars, I wonder

they seem so small and not

too bright, just a grain of light

tonight, I rather fall and sleep

through it all but, I have to

wake up to tell God, goodnight