Caught By Dusk

Losing all poetic ethic- 
my words are becoming pathetic. 

I blame the lack of fuel- 
because even bitterness can grow bitter
if you leave it to rot without repair.

You’re just a speck in the sky, 
the kind I can no longer see-
replaced by a patch of fractures, 
and I’m hobbling in the night. 

You need light alongside your darkness 
in order to shimmer like before-
but it’s too late now, Monsieur sans Cœur-
Dusk caught you.