Red Lights Glow (a poem)

Transit of my soul
From numbing place to place
Dark nights, howling winds
Rattling of a rib-cage window
Naked moon glares above
Skeletal grind and pain
A refrain from dream-cities
Nestled inside the house
Winter chill, freeze-agony
Red lights glow from
Street-corner temples
Listen to the wind
It never lies

(Photo by Brianna Santellan on Unsplash)

3 responses to “Red Lights Glow (a poem)”

    • Thank you, David 🙂 Good to see you on Twitter! My job has been so busy I haven’t had much time for creative pursuits. Twitter is my “procrastination machine” lol

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