With endless turmoil,
I sink into the abyss,
Filled with unsaid doubts
As darkness descends,
Heart filled with trepidation,
Wish to be cocooned
They, Too, Will Sing
a faint disturbanceripples through, puffer fish bloats,alert, fight-ready
So we toil away.
In our vortex of meaning.
Living broken songs.
These bleak, lonely roads
Have numbed minds to the cold’s touch.
Still the heart quivers