Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Selfish

Selfish
sat at his table
white-knuckling through the pain
refusing to meet the eye-contact
of the obvious
the violent past
the current shame
the future, dim
will always haunt him
specters, gliding neon in the night
the truth, a vivid glow stick apparition
even with all
the off-turned lights.

~

RNH