Enter the Why
Tongues frozen in timeless decay
Dripping words with no meaning;
nothing to say.
Everyday a dead holiday
Sparing no one in its way.
Feelings tingle
pain
Sharp and bright
Blood moon reflects light
In the damp dark night.
Owls sing lullabies.
Sleeping. Fever. Sweat.
A child’s cry.
Enters the why.
Creeping carelessly
wondering blind.
Slowly stalking from behind
Walls of doubt.
True, yet unkind,
enters the why.
Copyright © Lloyd J Bonds | Year Posted 2015
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