Evacuate

I wither away,

in the distant arms

of a disappearing dusk.

Death! How shall I find you?

For life is cold.
And eternity,

is an inert wound

that never heals.

Tonight, the Sky Goes Missing!

The skin of 3.00 AM

reflects hours of discord.

Discord between absent words

and sleepless abstractions.

A difficult touch

ripples with disbelief,

as I stroke the surface

of an inner lonesomeness.

How I resonate a resistance

for dreams that lead forth!

Bring me back the gentleness.

Bring me back the light.

Bring me back,

a new dawn.

Fall

A portrait of your nothingness,

lie carelessly on the fringes

of my halting anticipation.