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Poetry by Tohm Bakelas

Courtesy: Creative Commons
untitled poem

under a blanket of wet leaves
i set fire to the night. crickets are
silent as the highway sings
sad songs. sleep offers no relief.
the night burns into morning. clouds
upon clouds upon clouds upon
clouds block out the sun, a white sky
with no breakthrough. i watch you
step out of your car like i do every day.
today is different, yet somehow the
same, like a weird déjà vu, but your
hair is shorter, when it was longer.

Tohm Bakelas is a social worker in a psychiatric hospital. He was born in New Jersey, resides there, and will die there. His poems have appeared in numerous journals, zines, and online publications. He has published 15 chapbooks and 2 collections. He runs Between Shadows Press.  

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