A homeless moon lingers over the town.

I linger with it, both of us bracing

for single combat with oblivion

at the crossroads where silence is spoken.

I was interrogated once again

during the night but betrayed only myself.

I want to believe in the future

and in life’s rosy emptiness,

but shadows block my imagination

as if someone has taken my feelings

and inside me is an open grave.

Under this canvas of tears grown cold

I walk on and on, waiting for the dawn.

Tomorrow I will long for the dark.

Published in Ink, Sweat & Tears

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