Still Bleeding

Sadness bleeds the weeping heart beyond the clouded penitentiary where tombstones sit in lighted valleys and songbirds fall from the skies Wallowing on gallow’d heels past lavender of the once scented Scraping the white picket fence till flakes of life rest scattered on the sun baked walk Cracks in the concrete beckon, whistling in the wind swept frowns on a truthful Tuesday that holds no meaning At this gathering, the masses run and banners wave a hasty lingering farewell Popcorn vendors remove their striped clothing of peppermint colors and butter stained collars Trees leave and leaves wither beneath this canopy of sorrow painted in a language that does not include love A lone black cat zigzags its way, searching for a soul it may affect, as wingless sparrows squirm in rhythm to “Born under a bad sign” Dreams now sent afloat on aimless streams of melting memories are softened by the heat yet intensified by the arcade mirror that skews the view formed before the mind Carnivals, use this day to guess your weight for your age does not matter, you are dead anyway In your right hand one, in your left the other two pieces…still bleeding…weeping