the brutal hum
of the night air
an ac unit getting
ready to die
that pool of sweat
you’re sitting in
will quickly become
blood, piss and tears
the last remnants
of hope and a
smoking gun
the promise of tomorrow
never could outrun
the regret of yesterday
of every failure
every rejection
every fucking time
you were patted on
the back and told
you tried your best
reality is when life
slaps you in the face
and tells you your
best was never
good enough
and eventually
we all run out
of angels that
care enough to
even remember
to see if we’re
still around