• Night
    January 22, 2009

    Sharp is the pain
    When you realize the disdain
    Is too much
    There is far too little to gain

    Black is the heart
    As the darkness looms
    Cold is the night
    When the sadness blooms

    Pain is the mist
    That veils the assist
    Keeps them far, far away
    Bleak as the cyst

    Wound is the sign
    As the plight increases
    Scream is the fright
    When the argument deceases

    Death is the jurisdiction
    It breeds helpless nonfiction
    One and all must accept
    What we call the graveyard’s diction

    Light is the scarce
    That saves the inept
    Tear is the anger
    That spilled as they wept

    The child is the gift
    It is they who create the rift
    That washes darkness away with change
    That causes the powers to shift

    Smile is the savior
    When the world becomes bright
    Happiness is the catalyst
    That drives away the night.