Flashes

I opened my eyes.
The room is corrupted in darkness.
Tried harder to see what’s inside.
Losing enough patience,
I’ve let go of these flashes
from the past, from a yesterday,
from a finished business like a
ghost that ceased to haunt.
I underestimated, broke and perished
from the raging storm.

 

2020

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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