Misplaced Missive #33 – Water Metaphors For Misery

How can you not notice?
– It feels obvious –
Like a neon sign has taken residence
On my forehead, permanent evidence
Of the maudlin mess
Manifest in your presence. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #33 – Water Metaphors For Misery”

Color Schemes – Death

Strokes.

Splashes of color corrupt the clean canvas,
white – pure and blinding;
the light at the end of the tunnel we all deny we’ll someday reach.
Speech stopped and fear knocked, escorted by the man dressed in
black – it’s the total darkness that scares us.
What could ever prepare us for the unknown? Continue reading “Color Schemes – Death”