Through a glass darkly

31 October 2011

Through a glass darkly

 

I have not learned to truly see

Even the obvious to me

And of course there is so much more,

all the things I choose to ignore

what was, what is, and what will be.

Disguised

31 October 2011

Disguised

 

After all it is Halloween,

why aren’t you wearing a costume?

But I am disguised, can’t you see?

What you see is not the real me,

just masks that I do not remove.

Catalpa

31 October 2011

Catalpa

 

Monday morning, a killing frost

convinces the Catalpa tree

to begin releasing its leaves

and they rain down like silent ghosts,

trusting the process, just like me.

Defenseless

30 October 2011

Defenseless

 

Sleep is the easiest escape,

But it is temporary at best.

Demons wait for me to awake,

Patiently, like unwanted guests.

I am defenseless to their rape.