Untitled:
They are small-un-noticeable
They only hide the fear and terror
within.
Beneath it all I have nothing
The rivers have since stopped flowing
dried beds remain, a constant reminder
of all I have lost and destroyed
within.
Rivers flow down behind closed doors
the release of dams inside...my
soul searches for an answer looking
to find...a reason
within.
I know the answer...the question
is why, how, when.
Within is the answer...only time
will tell when to ask the
question.
PM
quiet forest:
wind breathes heavy
on cinders that descended
from dying flames.
they toss about
as black confetti,
littering the sky like locusts
ready to feed.
one catches enough oxygen
to begin burning.
it flashes bright orange and
sparks begin to dance
across the background of night.
grabbing the ends of a
tall pine, the fire
clings to the branches,
spreading its hot fingers
across the tops of the
silent trees.
as the raging fire burns
the quiet forest floor
sleeps beneath the chaos.
never wanting.
never knowing.
DH
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