Gegenschein

There’s no room for light
at the fringe of these swollen shadows.
The penumbral outpost is already crowded,
overstuffed with fears and damnable regrets;
dark things that belong in black corners,
well-hidden and out of reach.
I have it tightly packed with sorrow,
doubt, and paralyzing insecurities;
pressed between other things too bitter to face
on the tangerine sun-splashed morning,
like loneliness.