Labor Day
Lonely hours, seems
You've lived quite often
Silence in the shame
Of your sacred day
Blue light through your eyes
Shines an open coffin
Gleaming miracles on the way
Broken windows
Winter broken windows
False visions have you seen
Ice melts softly into tears
In your fluid still life scene
Wasn't it you who said "nothing Matters?"
It wasn't you who said
"Life''s a holiday."
Copyright © Steve Fecser | Year Posted 2016
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