Sadness – Page 54 – Iron Haiku

what makes one man think
he can be judge, jury, and
executioner
–
monsters
in the closet
only a mirror

shouting at the void
trying to keep the silence
from smothering me
–
rain falls
on a carpet
of autumn leaves

I shed my skin and
hang another skeleton
deep in my closet
–
alone
with my fetid
alter ego

after a brief rest
a bevy of mourning doves
suddenly takes flight
–
released
upon wings
across the sun
dedicated to Philip Rigney

unkempt and homeless
in need of a shower and
a touch of kindness
–
pray that fate
doesn’t bring you
to my level

a warm summer night
the plaintive cries of a fox
echo from the woods
–
a burrow
tail wrapped
around her kits

it’s just a small cut
and it’s the last time, I swear
until the next one
–
self destruction
a trail of history
on my arms

since you got sent home
I’ve been sitting by your side
praying you’ll return
–
waiting-
trying not
to lose hope

don’t gamble on me
there’s far too much at stake and
you don’t know the score
–
what you see
I choose
to show

I’m never alone
my ally, my enemy
you’re always with me
–
ever present
that little voice
of self doubt