by Michael R. Burch
Alone again as evening falls,
I join gaunt shadows and we crawl
up and down my room's dark walls.
Up and down and up and down,
against starlight—strange, mirthless clowns—
we merge, emerge, submerge...then drown.
Monday, August 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: alienation,dream,dreaming,dreams,human,human condition,identity,shade,shadow,shadows