Lines

The lines of life 

are interwoven with doubt;

Uncertain strings

connecting possibilities

And consequences

that may ring

or sting.

Yet, the end points 

are undeniable

Silence is the endless line

And the tones?

They are the hues

of change.

Tarmac Plaque

 

Tarmac Plaque

 

Upon a black tarmac a disfigure

Lying cold in a disquiet

Way. Dismembered; torn

By disgust; dismissed

As a wretched life; born

In disfavor

And to human scorn,

Fear and distrust.

For all goodness is forlorn

Of the disgraced

Beast; dead, without a mourn.