Transient Truth
stranger's sharp, seeping sense
of unexplainable unease,
tinged truth, subtly strange, but faintly
familiar as it flees;
stranded solitary in a hollow,
haunted half-light,
sundown, sleepless city in a storm swept,
soaked, neon night;
you sit, sigh, stare at your phone
seeking some silent solace,
mind wandering, wondering why
such solitude is all
there is.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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