a two AM half-moon glared
bright as full
dusting the dulled obsidian
with the crushed bones
of the day’s wither
I’d been reading poetry– all evening
into the deep of night’s squalor
one poem, after another, and another
many of the writers, greatly acclaimed
“How can you do that for so long?”
“I’m looking for something.”
“Anything..” I drifted
and I kept reading
the words, slurring, blurring
as each drunken hero fell, stumbling
into dismissal’s shadowy obscurity
I kept reading
until all the heroes I’d sought
some, once admired
aye, nearly worshiped
had perished
as had the day
fallen
I’d thought I’d known
loneliness
before this
tho I hadn’t–
I’d only known
its distant moans
and I closed my eyes
offering breathless thin-whisper goodbyes
cast into the half-moon’s dusty sky
craving a hastened arrival
wishing only
slumber’s blissful forgetfulness
until a new day’s dawn
How sad this feels, Eric… To lose faith in, and respect for, those we’ve loved before… sigh…
By the way, what the hell happened to your “like” button?! Not wanting to monopolize your time by commenting on everything you post, I’d still like to acknowledge that I’m liking what you wrote… But now I can’t…
*tapping my finger annoyingly, looking for an invisible button to push*
Any chance we can fix this? 😉
Lol. I took it down because it was slowing down the website. I’ve fixed enough other things that maybe I can enable it again. Likes, or no likes, I appreciate you reading, Lisa 🙂
I love the dialogue in this poem!
Thank you 🙂 True story.