A Spirit — Half Lit
Poetry of the Night
Jan 8, 2024
Still, I can see your shadow
Roaming through the house
Lit by evening sorrows
The way you walk through the
Alabaster halls
Folding a bad decision
In your hands
The way your mouth turns downward
At the mere mention
Of a morning star
Then you line the hall
With photos that look like you
Staring aimlessly
The way you walk
Like a haunted spirit
The way you step into the past
Baby Darling
On your way, forever seeking something
In the blindness of
A midnight rebellion