By Ann Christine Tabaka

Flying by the window of time,
seeking truth. Lurking in hidden
passages, susurrations follow.
Apparitions haunt the shadows
of the imagination.
There are no more wishes,
the stars have all gone dark.
Pain swallowed the night.
So, escape the day.
Flee for the night, never look
back. Run towards the darkness
that harbors the silence.
The deep ache of quiet that
floods the senses, battling turmoil
with calm. Future becomes past as
infinity dangles just out of reach.
Quote my words today,
For tomorrow does not exist!
Ann Christine Tabaka is a nominee for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry. She placed Third in Vita Brevis Best Poem Contest both January & February 2018.  She was selected as Poet of the Month for January 2018 and interviewed by Kingdoms in the Wild. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats. Her most recent credits are Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, Oddball Magazine, The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Stray Branch, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Bindweed Magazine, The Metaworker, Raven, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, Scryptic Magazine, Ann Arbor Review, The McKinley Review.
*(a complete list of publications is available upon request)

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