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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