Darkness left a scar
upon a wounded sunrise.
The sky covered in sepia;
the earth shaded with yellow and brown.

We cannot see the miracle.

Fatigue within the ocean
prevents a rising tide.
The fluid motion stops flowing;
the loss of depth from absent rain.

We cannot feel the moment.

Sensory acuity damaged;
flexibility succumbs to rigor mortis.
We lie down without our hopes;
Listening to the silence,
after the lights are out.

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones