Sounds of Darkness
As 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
eerie, 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 my lungs cry, " Stop", 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.
.................
9/16/2017
Written for Russell Sivey's In The Dark Contest
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