Friday, May 24, 2013

Moon's Overhead

I woke up alone
with a heavy head
fitful and broken
lamenting the end.

No sheets, or curtains
or days without sun –
a funnel of life >>>>
thoughts that descend.

But where are the tears
when the dread runs away
and the moon's overhead –
do they clean the window
so life can begin.

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