Unwanted guests​

Issue 11

                       under the moon
                         beneath the orange haze
              of street lights
                       laid out on a park bench
                in my bones
                  lie these memories
             of lost days
                     old dreams crawl in
                      returning without prompt
                 lost in the night
                     they creep through
             unwanted guests, arriving late
                in the dark
                     foolish hope lost
                          on rash moments
                     of youth
                        gentle desolation
                       they fall deeper
                    yet they are just moments
                 all lost in time
                   with nowhere to go
                     on empty park benches
                         they linger around
             the unwanted shroud of
                           life past by

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LEIGH DOUGHTY is a writer and a language tutor from Lincoln, England. His previous work has been published in the VNexpress, the Meridian, and Impact Arts. When he is not writing or working he can be found lounging around in a comfortable chair and reading a good book.

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