Silent Darkness
Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust,
as it mended all patches between knits-
I need not be the tailor that seeks repair,
yet the non-stitching woman who splits.
All things are torn with ease and destruction,
there’s damage found in the one who impairs-
Scars have revealed each wounded soul’s yearning,
as the one with strength has no one who cares.
The war years seemed like only yesterday,
five thousand more wars to come in violence-
no truce in the factions of the pleasure of battle,
as the conflict arrives in volumes of silence.
Obscurity feeds of the starvation of the hungry,
shadows of the ebon night torches a spark-
Light has arrived in all its glory within a lantern,
the candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.
One, Nine and Sixteen
April 29, 2018
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