It’s hot and sultry,
A slight breeze interrupts the stillness of the air.
A waxing moon greets me in its special way,
Screams and laughter of children greet my ears,
Though I cannot hear them and the night grows late.
Italians don’t sleep at night.
I feel the course of summer slipping into my veins,
A restlessness and crave for change.
I know I speak into darkness,
These days of my life,
But the summons of mortality,
Are forever on my mind.
I keep looking for lessons,
In memories past,
But I find only the gaze of the mirror,
Is the only lesson that lasts.
I summon my inner turmoil,
My decisions and regret,
Put it all in a ball,
I shall never forget.
I want to taste these seconds,
That have passed away,
But I only understand the present,
These seconds that tick away.
I can feel old blood flowing beneath my skin,
Looking for another person,
Dwelling within.
I hear them call me silently,
Mouthing names come and gone,
At the end of my road,
I hope I understand where I’ve gone.
Maybe this life holds lessons,
That are dear to this soul that is me,
But I cannot help but wish,
For that pull of eternity.
I look for a familiar face,
And a personality to match,
But everything is fragmented,
You are an elusive fish to catch.
Is it possible to not forget what has been done,
In days of old,
In adventures of heroes unsung?
I mindlessly engage these distractions,
Willfully keeping my mind at bay,
Looking for another answer,
Some other day,
Some other way.


Linc Brown

Kimball, United States

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