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.

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