Hells ascending black night Dancing shapes laughingly denied No flutter of birds at dawn Rising with life’s new light, No happy moon peeps In fairy stories flight as
Do I return to the cocoon of the womb? To find it, wrestle that part free Stuff it back inside of me While I stumble on this journey Or should I seek it under my skin
Three months Squeezed by thoughts Of where did I go wrong? We weren't suppose to grow up Never to crash Or burn At hands of another. Thought you were the one Until you let her in,
Solemn naked trees, Silence Not a song No murmur snared, Standing among thin Forest branches bare That hang cynically Moving so stiffly, With bitter icy gusts,