Unaware

my memories

awaken unaware

of the hidden horrors

forever found in

drifting dreams

I’m intruded

every evening

with whispers of

past problems

scenes seducing insanity

cheating childhood

from one girl

Waiting

A full moon
I stand on the top
Of the empty parking garage
Looking up

Waiting

The clouds will cover it soon
And I will be left
Standing along

A twinkle had a tinker

Off to the side

Causing a yellow shine

Unable to magnify

It can only drown in a day’s light

Never able to be its own bright