COLD COMFORT [NOIR POETRY 365]

he enjoys touching faded stars 

setting them safely alight  

see their brightness 

under his touch 

yet they fail to warm him 

& soon he finds himself

alone facing the dark 

once more 

ready to prowl 

the void

again

. . .

245.3 NOIR POETRY 365 | POEM 97 [COLD COMFORT]