no outlet

This town feels lonelier every day
this town feels colder every day
this town has served its purpose
a fine place to disappear
I keep telling myself
it's all just temporary
that's a fact I know too well
I grew up lean
at the top of the hill
everything else was a trip downhill
here I am in this empty place
where every face looks the same
where there's really nothing for me to gain
ghosts and daydreams
still walk my vacant street
they had names
but I was never good with names
my time here
is an accumulation of
frustration
impotence
fear
and a sort of perpetual drowning
tomorrow holds promise
but tomorrow has an unrelenting grip
tomorrow is
blunt force trauma
bloodshot eyes
aching joints
protesting sinews
fear in the mirror
whispered prayers
and
tomorrow is itching to meet me.