Stranded
By Wayne Russell

 

In deepest
reaches of
night
alienated
from the
universe
lost within
disparity and
sad
indecisiveness,
working class
blues.

 

There seems to
be no sounds,
the world is dead,
tonight
covered with the
tunic of
finality.

 

I

am an island
unto myself,
lost in the throes
of perfect
isolation.

 

 

In the Shadows of Loneliness

Shadows move like spiders
across pale, mutilated, walls.

 

No photos hanging around,
the past is dead and gone.

 

Voices have trailed off and
only the echoes remain.

 

I have a lifetime of regrets, and
a full moon broken heart, laughing.

 

Clouds intermingling with angels,
outside and overhead, linger, quietly.

 

The moon appears, shy like a mystic,
then saunters into the phosphorus night.

 

A phantom friend, drifting in vapor
and evaporate like Scotch mist.

 

I close the door, retreating once again,
a recluse, a poet, alone in the grand

facade, of a world gone mad.

 

Wayne Russell from US is a creative jack of all trades, master of none. Poet, rhythm guitar player, singer, artist, photographer, and author of the poetry books “Where Angels Fear” via Guerilla Genius Press, and the newly released “Splinter of the Moon” via Silver Bow Publishing, they are both available for purchase on Amazon.