Voice with no kind word,
Or kind word without a voice?
Yet both speak sadness.
Those quiet moments, As worlds turn above your head- Look within to see.
Buzzing blood and ears
Eye twitches as vessel bursts
Time gone forever.
Brevity is hard-
But no "describe in one word"
Entails creation.
Hide your name from us
to help others realize how
great your thoughts can be.
To think is human,
But creation is godly.
Aspire to be more.
In mefloquine dreams
and waves of insanity-
I was overcome.
Our van stops to see,
The small body in the road,
Rain falls, we drive on.
Anonymously
Declaring my truths without
Fear of recompense.
Green with jealousy of the light,
In cold we contemplate flight,
But not before
We've done our chore
So there might be more
To take up that good fight,
As we whisper through the streets at night.
