Do you hear that?
that sober humming...

What has happen to our society
we've become so superficial...

The harsh slam of the door
Vibrates around the walls...

A strong man was he
a great farther indeed...

Sometimes I feel an itch
forming on my lips...

I am afraid...
to etch these words across a page...

Huddle in the corner
grasping eachothers fingers...

Winter's harsh hand, crushes flowers
That begin to bud, denying their bloom...

We wait
patiently behind a closed curtain...

The reflection in the mirror
shows two eyes...

Lanterns shine as few walk
across a frosted surfaced lake...

There is a tightening
in my throat...