Poetry

Outraged film 
and dirt life. 
The descent was complete. 
 
A shadow under the moon 
walks past the lake, 
comes out of the body. 
 
Every dream 
leaves an imprint on the glass. 
Will never drink the moonlight again. 
 
The blank surrender 
alongside crutches 
loses the tolerance of question marks. 
 
Like my fear 
enveloping you in blazing sun 
for a candle.