I'm in my bed-
It's 2am.
The only sound is that
damn dog barking
next door.
I lay on top of the bedspread-
and the sheets-
It's humid tonight.
So here I am-
Alone again.
It gives me time to think.
Thinking is dangerous.
I think too much and
Then I cry.
Tonight I think about
God.
I think about the yellow light
That seems to shine from all that follow
Him.
I think about how they have this image of
Heaven,
With all its angels, floating clouds,
and happy reunions.
I think about how they're not scared-
And I think about how I am.
I have no God,
I have no Heaven,
I see no angels,
I can't imagine touching the
Clouds.
I shut my eyes and wonder-
If I don't wake up with the
Promise of tomorrow morning...
What will become of me?