hoping it would matter to her
hoping that an empty place
would open in her heart
that only he could fill
hoping his leaving
left such a void
hoping deeply
ever hoping
walking
away
sad
rob kistner © 2019
“Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness…” – Laurie Lee
the foreboding ice moon
stabs a sliver of gloom
through the heart of the trees
where I tremble on my knees
trapped in unanchored dreams
my forsaken soul screams
lost in a tangle of fears
I am adrift on my tears
smothered by this emptiness
rigored by my loneliness
this void smuggles my breath
I pray for sleep — deep as death
rob kistner © 2019
