Tunnel Poem by Leslie Philibert

Tunnel



I thought I heard steps in the house, but
it was the black tunnel of my own heartblood,
a flood in old caves.
The lost pulse of nightfall.

Smoke in my eyes.
I am as empty as an old suitcase.

Sunday, April 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: saddened
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