It’s too late For the light to change These adornments Permanent Fixed to the existential Crisis of the moment We find it better To run
Category: Poetry & Prose
Colder Than Before
If I could have seen Known this, years before When I had nothing No color, only sound Echoing throughout, between Innocence in the past tense
What We See
We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can’t let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In
Of Justice
I know It’s painful to watch But necessary The destruction Of what you’ve become In the name Of justice Distorted Painted with The blood Of
Just Different
I don’t recognize Any of this But it’s not so bad Just different There’s something Comforting About the end -Or so it seems
Stop
I consider the consequence If I decide to just stop Cease all movement In any direction Falsely shake hands With complacency Piece by piece, lay
