Skyview

It rained  
and rained  
and rained.  

thunderstorms raging into the cold black dying breath.  
purple black light high school days  
where worries would not tear across my mind.  
 
where I spit in my brothers face,  
broke plastic green patio furniture in the scuffle.  
 
uncarpeted brown wooden floorboard's  
weighing down a floating life,  
stapled down;  
harboring ghosts and demons alike.  
 
coming full circle to a lush garden  
on a slanted hill near the ghetto  
with egg shells and coffee grounds.  
 
I am but a slave to my memories once again.