The door is locked.
Windows bolted.
Curtains drawn shut
Lights out.
And then there are whispers outside.
Unlock it! Open up! Let us in! NO, This is important!
and then the whispers graduate to raised voices and violent tones.
And then they scream and growl and hurl and scowl due to the long wait.
I wonder if they considered that its the darkness that's holding me back.
And I wait for the morning light to find my way to the door.
I will let them in.
I will be a better person.
Maybe tomorrow.
