DEATH Poem: Unwanted guests, by Leigh Doughty

under the moon
beneath the orange haze
of street lights
laid out on a park bench
in my bones
lie these memories of
dead souls from time gone by
old dreams crawl through
returning without prompt
lost in the night
they creep through
unwanted guests, arriving late
in the dark
memories of laughter spill
through and then
and the throb of
gentle desolation
as they fall deeper
yet they are just memories
all lost in time
with nowhere to go
on empty park benches
they linger around
the unwanted clouds of time
in life past by
under the moon
beneath the orange haze
of street lights
laid out on a park bench
in my bones
lie these memories of
dead souls from time gone by
old dreams crawl through
returning without prompt
lost in the night
they creep through
unwanted guests, arriving late
in the dark
memories of laughter spill
through and then
and the throb of
gentle desolation
as they fall deeper
yet they are just memories
all lost in time
with nowhere to go
on empty park benches
they linger around
the unwanted clouds of time
in life past by

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