A Bloom of Hope in the Middle of Nowhere

The fading smell of December rains

Accompanied the clear and lazy sky

Birds singing and chirping in the trees

Grasses uttering secretly underfoot

The sight was so beautiful that it hurt

She felt a snakelike delight that moment

This feeling was embedded in her skin

It crept through her the way a spirit would

For far, far too long she had been careless

Running away from the sharp vicious memory

That clutched her in a severe hurtful death grip

Leaving her with a helpless tired appearance

She was unable to fight back her teary eye blinks

All hurtful feelings cascaded through her like flood

Turning any and all husbanded anger watery

Mingled with a startling and lovely liberation

Dark-Colored Light

He was in a sorry state of despair

Everyday growing sorrier with disgust

Thinking of his low and filthy life

Soon he would steal than starve

Life felt like a statue whose parts were fit badly

And he deemed himself unworthy of sunlight

He had tried everything that he could

There was no more any art to it

The wrath of god had made him smaller than a vermin

And it forced him to wear that look each day

Malicious eyes accompanying him all over

With something hotter than loath

He walked aimless like a torn piece of paper

Blown through the vast deserts of Egypt

Resignation ringing loudly through his lips

Ignoring his wounded, closed appearance

All he could smell was imaginary food

He would risk everything that day

Even violence or violent death

The resolve ate him up like cholera

He ignored the lingering smear of red sunlight

Even the hordes of rats that sprawled his way

They were trivial in the grand scheme of things

Demanded voraciously in his flow of thoughts

Death at Midnight

The trees swayed here and there

Lost in the silent rhythm of the winds

Whispering dark secrets that journeyed far

Unflustered by scheming ways of this world

Pinkening sun vanishing in distant horizons

Dark clouds forming across the dull sky

Reflecting dark haunting thoughts

And another unfulfilled promise

The caged bird begun singing

A sad song reverberating loudly in the air

The aging song seemed like an endless torture

As if performed by someone in the wrong stage

The creek crack of the cage tormented the ears

 Than that of uncertainty to what awaited

That trickled under the charcoal sky

The scent assaulting the nostrils

Hope was a sad irritation

The song carried a hurt, pleading sound

A weakened sound with no meaning or reason

Since the prospect of death grieved the caged bird

Approaching thunderstorms emptied light in the sky

Soon she would be a flower savaged by gale

She was trapped in spite of everything

Waiting to feel her heartbeat dying