Fear – Page 4 – Iron Haiku

covers pulled up high-
living in constant fear of
the click of the latch
–
black and blue sky-
waiting for the
impending storm

bitter winter winds-
corruption festers and thrives
in the light of day
–
new moon-
awaiting the sun
to seek out shadows

a great bald eagle-
I’m forced to watch her greatness
fly on broken wings
–
a woodland pond-
the still water
brackish

another black cloud-
rain runs down my iron skin
leaving trails of rust
–
acid rain-
too much life
etched in my face

deceptive shadows-
I make my way back to bed
the hall light left on
–
moonlight on the floor-
I check again
under her bed

deep mahogany-
my smile as you ease over
the worn brown leather
–
your auburn hair-
easy small talk
over peanuts

the dimly lit booth-
a small guttering candle
spills it’s meager light
–
two martinis-
your foot on
my bar stool

talking to himself-
making his way down a street
only he can see
–
gathering clouds-
her eyes a shade of
coffee cream

the harsh morning sun-
touring the damage again
for the final time
–
green and black clouds-
through broken glass
the storm arrives

below the surface-
shadows of nameless horrors
rise up unbidden
–
deep in the night-
wrenched from sleep by
echoes of dreams