as I turn and walk away a cold wind

sends chills over my weakened body

while light from a lemon wedge of moon

makes its way through our shattered panes

like a candle burning from both ends

faint light upon a row of photographs

showing sleeping segments of our lives

it seems everyone is hating someone

I utter to no one that I am starving

I tread quietly away on shattered ground

4 thoughts on “segments

  1. I like this a lot! The theme of segments is strong throughout, from the lemon wedge to the photographs to even the hatred that separates people, then finally the ground. Very strong!


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