Raging Moon

Homecoming under the moon devoid of pain. When did the clock turned back ? You are becoming a child. My journey opens in a dark wound. A promise to walk blindfolded, when only the footfalls are audible. The distance between the homes was increasing. Your own shadow becomes a stranger: mystery of defining the life. Living among cannibals, aides ready to drag your carcass unfolding your truth falling in dust. Satish Verma