Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.
steve a. manolis poet
We are vanished cries
nothing in the face of darkness
no one enters alone no one leaves without.
We are the scream that echoes
unheard through the universal mind
unknown to nothing knowing
unhealed babies suckling alone.
We are children lost in the wilderness
the sun settles and the night blinds our vision
our hands reach out into emptiness
we touch the corners that bleed life.
We are cavities decayed and vessels broken
we hold no future and carry a forgotten past
we try to transcend but the walls grow higher
we flame out like magnesium, fires dying and embers cold.