Forest Full of Cages

Alone

Under a grinning

moon and clouded pillow

case night in the dead

of winter

You are the only companion.

A dead plant,

Ash covered beneath

Dead Christmas lights, you

Can't even tell if you are

Crying tears of pain or

Cold air is ripping fluids

From your blood

Shot eyes, yawning

Defeat off shivering

Half finger tips, the voices

In the park only serve

To gauge just how far away faces

Are, and familiarity...

And even the dogs

Won't come out to taunt you

On this night of terrible

Silence

For fear of giving you

A false sense

Of company