Textured red
rippled
hearts ill at ease

no rest for the wicked
its said
no rest for me

they hated you for no reason
because hatred
fed their want

wanting a scapegoat
to relieve
hearts bereft of love.

The world can be a darkless place
Fires fervent in heart’s ember—
So I douse its ash into a bath,
And submerge in shades familiar

Order is shaking
fast changing

no one knows
where it will level out.

But one things for sure
the natural order

in this shutdown of Humanity
can finally breathe.

shadowed, fist in a glove
you can never act wrongly
in order to do right.

I’ve sobbed for hours,
Then for days,
Ache blurring lifeless gaze
Stolen breaths come incomplete
And, too quickly, are replaced.
I’ve sobbed from twilight until noon
Filling this entire room
Watching skin succumb to prune
Hair, molasses, ‘round my neck
Pirouettes to desperate croon.
I’ve sobbed through sunrise and sunset
Muddled orange and violet
Lighting crests of waves deflect
Fading as they intersect.
I sob for eras and for lives
Until none of them survive,
So what light exists beyond the depth
Can magnetize and resurrect,
And eyes can greet horizon new
Reflecting glowing golden hue
Desaturating retrospect
As currents sway to sovereign tune.