Reveling in dark emotions,
images too frightening to contemplate,
scraping over the cold ashes of despair
we run, hiding from our dreams.
Aimless in our progress
we grasp for proximal reassurance
that we are thriving;
we deny our disappointment.
we smile at the world
and continue along the road
of which we are most certain.
And then, we arise again.
This poem was written in tribute to my friend, Ashesh, a noir poet if ever there was one…