Worry
Life’s simple pleasures
Are often overlooked by
Those who need them most
Life’s simple pleasures
Are often overlooked by
Those who need them most
Cherish today, for
tomorrow’s promise is too
easily broken
Unburdened release
Fetters of my own design
Finally unlocked
When did my daughter
Get old enough to leave me
At the carnival?
His smile hangs askew,
while unseen tribulations
rent rifts in his soul.
Mute, straining to hear
your voice outstretched across our
chasm of silence.
Seeping like a stain
Across the fabric of time.
I am the darkness.
The warmth of a hearth
While rain clatters off the roof
Sets the mind at ease.
My every attempt
To fill this chasm within
Succeeds, but briefly.
The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.