Only During the Night

  These fondest memories held, just as if they're being compared
  to being nocturnal or lively of the day; and this stillness beats
  ever more into those white-washed cinderblocks

  Striving for love...or was it lust this body felt?

  I can't truly divulge such an answer if there was no question
  to convey

  Within the quiet, lies the mixture of the air conditioner humming,
  crickets chirping, or listening to the nonstop movements from the
  upstair neighbors  (who probably were pondering the some exact thoughts
  as to why) forging for the existence to simply exist

  In the same manner once more, voices whisper like a cavernous
  echo: constantly spewing nonsense especially when neither party
  cares to listen and, deaf ears turn away

  Submerged behind an opened door, phrases walk forth- each wanting
  a turn to be paraphrased into something more grand than
  at first glance

  Moreover, is the never-ending indication or scornful stare-downs
  with green-eyed monsters breaking away barriers long promised to
  keep erect

  Confrontations about emotional let-downs march in pursue
  crying to be simply heard...not herded back into miniscule
  cages

  Noticed how the keys were thrown away like crumpled paper?

  Substituting, smiles where brung out in recognition so other
  stick figures would know everything is 'alright' yet stagnation
  could cut the very woven cloth of reality...

  ...Unfortunately, this is the mind of self confinement