Opaque Moon

by Ingrid de K

Opaque Moon

On a cold and dark Autumn night
my feet guide me to...where?

Hollow is the sound of my footsteps
upon the concrete pavement.

With an unwelcome clarity
I observe myself.

Never been prone to using
substances, obscuring
a clear insight,
but nonetheless....I never did see.

The teacher comes,
when the student is ready,

oh yes....this is so true.

Boy, did he teach me a lesson!

Under an opaque moon,
I make my way home,

home.....where would that be?

Could anybody tell me?

I feel lost.