3em1

*3em1*

A dreadful peace

   could not define it

here, where dogs bark

      the sound

at the silent night

         embracing memories lost

there’s nothing ahead

            stuck in-between

nothing behind

               vertiginous words

just the promise

                  in a row

of emptiness ebbing

                     attempting to swallow

vacuum’s form

                        present, past, future

into something

                           ominously

unnamed.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho