An Endless Black
I roam into a tunnel of ebon night
when stars crumble like grated ash,
the remnants of a heavy day fills
a bleak alley with rubble and debris--
Somehow, the howl of life grows
ghastly, creepy : stray dogs lapping piles
of left-over food in a garbage thick
with ravaged bones, while breezes
laugh at my emptiness mocking
time’s losses and farewells...I bleed
upon the fangs of anguish defying
this phantom within me that lurks, hollers
loud as I slip into the void
of endless black : my lungs cry,
while my knees tumble
on rough cement: and an old man
strums haunted notes from his stale corner…
an overture to a raw, insolent flight.
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