paradise lost
from this bridge,
watching the world go by
beneath the skeletal arms
of November trees,
i ask myself, do trees dream?
or have their dreams, in time,
sickened like mine, into
a deep narcotic sleep,
sap slumberous and thickened
... existence bleak?
the city sparkles in the distance ...
a promising party i’m not invited to
above, the sky is pervading ...dusky
... powder coated
settling into a cold steel blue
dove grey clouds gather to surround
a rising indifferent moon
scattered wings of broken promises
filling up the gloom
i weigh my options
weighing out the cost
pondering a future
when paradise is lost
