Blackout

(short free verse poem) With grief, there's hope. Or not.

"Blackout"


Dusty sun and midnight ink
chokes my mind and blinds my heart.
These eyes morphed to stones,
now obsidian-hue to the observer.
Dutch-blue by genetic design,
but no one knows the truth anymore.
I don't know the truth anymore.
Except the fact you are gone.
Are you? Gone? Are you lost? Am I lost?


Flailing arms drowning in nothingness.
Bare feet search for morning's green dew,
reaching to quench the thirst;
only to feel cracked ground.
Blackened eyes cannot find the moon.
Dry bones throw dust to the sun.
Dance for rain. I cannot.



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