We weep without welcome
walk alone in grief some
fail to arrive
only pander the soul
to imagine this is all there is
when waking again
the storm outside has no subside
just fury and resonant shame.
Again the walls of midnight loom
a reminder of thoughtful
somehow inherent gloom.
Count the chips in humanity
brushing against the shelter
so quickly turn facade,
the dream of yesterday begin,
tease the hopeful challenge ahead.
Yet why haven’t we stopped,
allowed our inhibitions to rise from the fury
of resilient hypocrisy.
Instead we stay in dark swaddling gauze,
the sort wraps around a burning mantle
only solvent in its manner
a flicker of hope
is a search while a surreal epiphany
extinguish the fire
Yes to life, to live, to overcome
the burden of this self aggrandizing
reality of fear.
Yes to somehow when sunlight breaks
again to understand the morrow.
Whilst nearby laughter in happy stride
cause pain to withered imagination,
look to visualize,
breathe a little peace in
We are as bleak as inspiration in shallow breeze.