I’m tired of looking
at dead trees,
weary of the moon,
which looks as if it had
a dreadful disease.
My friends have departed.
My wife is dead.
I watch the sun set
on our home.
I stare down a road,
which leads nowhere.
And I can only return
to my unmade bed.

George Freek’s poem “Enigmatic Variations” is currently nominated for Best of the Net. His poem “Night Thoughts” is also nominated for a Pushcart Prize.