she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
-

It is night time
Darkness has devoured
the blue skies
Stars glisten
like silver glitters
City lights shining
like diamonds from afar
The moon boasting
its gorgeous craters
One can't help but bask
under its cold light
Silence lingering
the once busy streets
People slumber,
awaiting the promise
of another tomorrow
A fitting end
for the fulfillment
of another day

.
A month of Sundays intrudes darkly
upon a beautiful soft new Spring.
Casting the shadows of confusion,
growing hope for what Summer may bring.


© Pagan Paul (06/04/20)