All for life

 

I never wanted to quit
day-dreaming.
Now that I have,
I am in the dark.

Moon-beams still
melt through the window.
Heavy lights glow inside
the profiteering rooms.
The graveyard shift
devours them all.

My dreamy eyes,
once juicy with life,
turn into stones;
all for life.

© supratik 2020
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Sweetwater

Love the ‘moon-beams still melt through the window,’ beautiful.
Super poem. Sue.

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