IN MY SECOND HALF LIFE

Wandering in my darkness of soul the city cries like a wounded animal the sky wears a bruised dusk, half-forgotten. Neon veins pulse through pavement cracks a river of headlights bleeding into fog I am lost between the spaces where voices collide and images recedes each syllable, a jagged tone skipping across the river of night. Crowds move like carrion in cannons I cannot swim; my eyes grow dim faces drawn in brushstrokes of black & white & blood the air smells like October’s rain damp with the weight of all that’s left unsaid. Concrete whispers under heavy footfalls orchestrions of solitude that no one else hears a city's heartbeat erratic n harsh my shadow grows thin reaching for something I cannot behold. Billboards blink, die & burn something flies above promises in payment of pavement too bright, searing while the ground pulls me apart eyes open wide shut to catch my crawl. Here, in the half-light streetlights flicker, I fall wind curls into hollow corners I vanish between breaths of a city that never notices and neither do you. In the darkness of my soul...