A Year Ago Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

From the sky
soul of life
smiles; glistening
eyes reflect pain in
one's illumination
littered with hatred
worse than death.
Such agony; remember
remember its vapors
dripping with vanity?
That nectar of sighing nights
of fate; pretending and where love
meant nothing, screaming in pain melting
slits of wrath. Dirt was mine; on putrid pebble's
edge, the moments of vapors misting from life to
death, a year ago.