From the equinox through the solstice, I’ve watched the passing of each new moon. So much of my time spent in darkness. I don’t know what to think anymore.
It’s a disturbing notion.
The abortion of love and compassion gives life to relentless greed. I watched the death of strangers and felt the weight of grief. My mind can’t process this reality.
I keep losing the words of a prayer. The sky reveals a suppressed sadness; a pending tragedy. There is no finale.
I’m not ready; I wish this would end so I can sleep again.
Write Now and Later 