Moon Full
Stripped to the waist
I stare upward
veins bulging
muscles taut…
…the night wrapped
around me,
its veil penetrated
by the light of the full moon.
And, the Umbra tapped,
I look to the sky; as a
curge of energy
courses through
my fingers, which
I flex... as the
change begins.
*
Four walls
Mind turned inward
he stares at the floor
half expecting
someone to come
through the door.
So, he looks up
once in awhile:
and, then, after
an hour or so,
his mouth turns
to a smile –
... as no-one still
enters the gloom
of his small room,
a world turned
outward, within
four walls.
Help me, please!?!
I’m in a race
to become what I’m not;
just to attain more, of
what I’ve already got.
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