Another Year Passes – June 2022

Tunnel of darkest essence
A fugitive on a moonlit trail
Contaminating the cradle in the sky
I was once a star up there

Confidence fading into someone else’s tears
Whispers of a new-found decay
Whirlwinds pulling me into every direction except up
Leaderless bees rest in my honeycomb mind
Gliding on life’s broken wing
Too confused, too brittle
Not even able to enjoy a puff of a cigarette
Under them, opinions without a center
Songs without sound
An altar at the bottom of an ocean

Running to and from memories
The more interesting side of me,
trapped in carbonite,
has my soul lingering
in this unearthly body,
a castle of cards waiting to be blown away.

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