The Barren Time Poem by Steven Federle

The Barren Time



The barren time approaches.

Shadows skulk through empty streets
vacant lines fill with lies.

Fear approaches,
drains pale the moon.

Only a single bulb
remains.

Do you see
them coming?

Are you afraid?

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Steven Federle

Steven Federle

Cincinnati Ohio
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