Written by: kathleen stevens

 Sycamore branches sway
 Taunted by the wind’s heavy breath
 In the nights’ black encompassing blanket,
 Silence echoes emptiness,
 Suspended laughter rings
 Upon merciless deaf ears,
 Choked backed tears traced on forgotten faces,
 Anguished hearts crushed on lost paths,
 Blindness or destiny—it matters not;
 Shriveled gray hands extended—
 Grasping disappearing slivers
 Of hope—
 Once promised in a single breath
- At conception.
 The balance—lost;
 Greed lurks in earths’ corners,
 Waiting to blind and bringing
 Lack of sympathy!