Impressions of the Night
By, Jess Dickson
Standing alone
Stars stare knowingly down,
Representing tortured souls
Too weak to persist
The moon watches from above
Twisted mouth, daring to mock
Streaks of gentle light,
Illuminate silent tears,
My footprints and theirs
Imprinted, carving their shape
Into my bleeding hearts flesh
A tidal wave washes out hope
Its current my captor
Maybe what I left behind
Was never there at all...
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