Brooding

***

Green lights

An orgiastic future fades

How to grasp when the tension

Between the possible and impossible

Fails?

*

A blueish lawn turns frosty

And naked feet will never progress

Along the faded roses.

Futile fears

Turn the city into shadows

Wailing about their loss.

*

We live in obscurity

Possessed by reckless

Dreams that were

Never meant to succeed.

***

***

© HMH, 2021