Syllabic 30 -Write Under the Moon

The Exile

The man was hidden within himself on the train

The Exile — 9 in x 12 in graphite on paper.- MO Bilbeisi, 2025, Collaborator

Lost,
alone,
caught
within,
the exile
fading,
forgetting,
falling away,
wisp by wisp,
until nothing
of substance is left.

A life, once full,
becomes this shadowed,
disembodied spirit,
erased and hollowed.

His eyes pull further in,
as if to shut the world out
forever from his sight,
this place of wanton terror
he still cannot somehow abide.

From what is his heart turning
in fear, to his exile within;
what places hold anything better
than phantoms of reality?

What indeed is our reality,
a game of chaos we, for nothing, play
as if the day comes when one might claim
the right victory over all the rest!