out of wanting
to places seen
in dark aura
around the same shadows
that will hide
entering hollow places
that pretend to welcome
yet still I go there
hoping to find hope
but it is only a wisp
ink blots filling clouds
when reflection
is darkened
by the eclipse of desire
that so often comes
in month of lonely tracking
when the moon smiles
her marble grin of indifference.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another image that has been with me for some time.
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Honestly this really spoke to me. It’s gorgeous.
Thank you so much.
You’re very welcome
Good emotive write Jon. Indifference can be so painful.
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