Death

the hand of darkness
dragging down the daylight as
the sun lies dying

ruthless sun-
vultures wait
in the thermals

Gone

on gossamer wings-
fate finds you leaving this vale
far before your time

endless night
dawn reaches out
her empty hand

Were

the silver wolf moon-
in truth I’ll beg no solace
until the sunrise

so many people-
at lunch in the park
he yearns for the moon

Hospital

uncomfortable chairs-
the smell of antiseptic
I’ll never forget

sheets of rain-
footsteps echo off
glazed white tile

Corruption

a waking nightmare-
here monsters fear to tread
into the darkness

black water-
probing the depths
of depravity

Hope

approaching midnight-
hoping for the winds of change
to blow strong this year

fading daylight-
the future pinned
to our youth

Precarious

sitting on the stoop-
strangers walking past me with
judgment in their eyes

icy concrete steps-
wrought iron railings
rusted through

Cacophony

past a dark alley
a chorus of feral cats
and toppled trash cans

over the car horns
and the shouting-
more sirens

Sandy_Hook

blinded by the pain-
your small hand comes to guide me
out of the darkness

crystal sky-
the sudden flight
mourning doves

Cirque

high above the ground-
defying gravity while
wrapped in flowing silk

empty fairgrounds-
torn and faded canvas
flaps in the wind