blur

pungent less, darkened images.
blinding eyes, blinding until night.
dancers fade, monsters kill.
the game is over, song ends.

without the moon, descending hours.
drops of rain, scents of a lemon.
a pause, a stop, a maddening.
i slumber without dreams and motions.

wars never die, death stings.
eyes do not move, no more sight.
scenes blur, times spur.
i cannot go on, life fails.

 

2018

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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