Flight to Nowhere by S.M. Raza. Image Courtesy: ArtChowk Gallery
I’ve watched ten thousand
nights come and go.
I don’t get out of bed.
I drink wine as the sky
weaves around me a cocoon
of invisible thread.
The sense eludes me.
I know nothing.
Life in the skies
passes over my head.
The moon is an orange stain,
that clouds my eyes.
Shadows like snakes
crawl through my brain.
The old should be wise,
But I’m bored with
that disguise. Neighbors
think I’m nasty.
It means nothing to me.
I completely agree.
~Â George Freek
George Freek is a poet/playwright living in Belvidere, IL. His poetry has recently appeared in ‘The Missing Slate’; ‘Dewpoint Journal’; ‘The Able Muse’; ‘Hamilton Stone Review’; ‘The Lake’; The Stillwater Review’; and ‘The Foliate Oask’. His plays are published by Playwcripts, Inc.; Lazy Bee Scripts; and Off The Walls Plays.
