THE LIGHT (DREAMS OF BEING NOWHERE…)

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

The moon bled tears

as the dirty palms

waved in a dark wind

singing

their unheard song

Tales

of lost nights

and shattered glass

and booze-stained clouds

disappearing

in a smothering blackness…

the valley of emptiness

the pit of despair

the heights of redemption

the depths of insanity…

is that a light in the darkness?

Yes, it is…

and now I will use it

to light my pipe

and take another hit of

The Dream…

 

THB3

 

 

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