Poetry · Writing

Restless Speech & White Clouds

Ripped off covers


light breathed in

and the bullets flew.

Tragedy, loss all stem from the adversity

in our knees and we cower from fear

like a monster destroying the city- sin.

You’ll show me the way-

to walk in light and past

the darkened house on the corner

the past crowds and home for a cooked meal.

Tonight might be the night~

wake from a restless sleep in a light bed

and it’ll be the end I read about

and you’d never know.

I can see you waiting-

patiently awaiting

and I won’t make it home on time

just know


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