HEAVENS GAIN

It was late in October,
I left from a club quite sober.
Rhythms still hounding on Sunday,
To take me to work early on Monday.
Was I being followed in the dead of night?
Quickly turning veering right.

Neon signs grew less brighter,
Footsteps louder my senses tighter.
Around our hood it was of mixed race,
We all got on people new my face.
A shadow hung over my laboring form,
Hands a scuffle amid a torrid storm.

Punched, kicked an endless tide,
Blood filled my mouth I couldn't hide.
Pain numbed the wind at last,
Bones now shattered from each inflicted blast.
For as he disappears into night,
My body can no longer cry.

Darkness takes my pavement stain,
Drunken night out is heavens gain.