2am

45 minutes become two hours.
Faster means freeze.
Skies made up their mind
to shower the dark,
and the moon whispers to the stars
that its not their time tonight.

And I am the lonely one.
Drenched in regrets.
Shivering in ice
from one streetlight to the next.
Cursing cold. Praising lord
for a warp in space to dive in,
for my fingers to stop its rattle.
Wondering if its time to slide under
the galloping trucks. Roaring from hell.

But I'm too scared
of what's said in the holy verses
and being forgotten in the rain.
I just can dream
for the wind they leave behind
to sweep me off the slick road
and fly me to purgatory.