nocturnal remission

a shadow’s lead foot

never leaves the ground

its life has a death of its own

bound together by the walk

that never seems to end

as numb as grey

with nothing to say

at end of the day

no time away

pitch black emancipation

it disappears

where?

no one can guess

the path to lead or follow

the light returns

after brief nocturnes

the fire still burns

for cold concerns