Dark Moon

Dark Moon

By

Lisa A.Williams

Beneath the Dark Moon

holding power,

my father’s steel cold fear

 hung heavy

 between us,

 as he lay dying,
 

     

in the

heat swelled 66 New Moon,

one day from independence,

sweating out life’s poisons

in a shaded room

seeking forgiveness

for old “sins” still haunting

his opiate dreams.

Trying to let go

fighting to stay,

 lost –

Wishing on a salvation

he never believed in-

and detachment
 sat nearby
never shedding
a tear.