I wait
in expectation
of your crackling consciousness
to break this ominous suspension
of my heart

a smell upon the air
the ozone of loneliness
thick, pervades
senses, aroused for darkness
coagulates my despair

inhaling a day
turned night with
bird-abandoned trees
splintering the earth
all sap drained

leeched of life
I draw upon all withered things
for acceptance
understanding, beneath
a gray, still sky

silence is
the nourishment of your world
a blood-scented storm
promising only the calm
death-like, in its arrival

- Michael D. Petti

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