Talking the night...
By Alisa M. Ben
I am here, solitude, ringing the bells of my meticulous self-isolation.
Raging inside the walls of disillusionment, abandoned, life goes on.
Watching to stars in the daytime rays that turn to night, gazing, into universal
eyes.
I stand still, loudly, waving my arms into the sky that spins around me.
Speaking to the moon, faithfully, someone has got to hear my cries.
Talking to your memory in my head, I miss you.