Clouded

Dissonant humanity on a railroad track toward finite destinations,
Lost in a blaze of melting red plastic, I reshape my abstract form
to fit into this night and this place: Why am I here? What am I looking for?
Difficult personalities don't melt so easy.
And the moon in its fullest shines on the holy and the unholy.
Pterodactyls spiral downward despite endless petitions to stay on this plane.
I am not free enough to remove this agony from around my neck;
Countless braids, interwoven slaves reach a point of inner crescendo.
This leaves all breathless and wasted by energy unpossessed.
Clouds return to my eyes expiring the lies.
I shall never turn away from waste in my wine because lights continue to shine.
Redefine the shadows that make us think of ourselves and how we could've been.
I cannot look into your eyes without seeing my own life decline.
Clouded moonface I cannot find my own space.

- by Cadence Ann Nepote