No Way Home
I run the night shore
waves lapping against buoyed light
beckoning the wayward, the lost.
City lights dimming, trailing ahead,
illuminating the darkened horizon,
looming.
I run, tracking hallowed ghosts
beyond the lighted city,
Chasing, as I tightrope
about the foaming edge.
Each step
peeling scarred sand pages
of my life
as I run
Waves rush in,
out, erasing.
And me knowing
where I belong
no longer exists.
—C. S. Wiser
