Running on empty


Running on empty
By AJ O’Brien.

A thousand midnights
dancing across
an angry stream.
Cold black flames
kiss and caress
a dead and forgotten dream.
You have died,
there is nothing left.





Author: incarceratedshadows

Hi there. My name is Alan and I live in London, England. I enjoy writing Dark poetry and Flash fiction. Please do come and visit. You're more than welcome.

37 thoughts on “Running on empty”

  1. The death of a dream can be every bit as painful as the death of a person…those โ€œcold black flamesโ€ scorch the heart.
    Your poem is equal parts darkness and beauty. Well done, AJ.

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