Birdless sky, Barkless trees
Heavens are crying
Tear drops into puddles
Reflecting the loss of innocence
Skyline
Last piece in a jigsaw
Gone
Papers streaming silent
Colorless
Hair plastered down
Good to not see everything
Want to Hide but I'm open
Vulnerable
Whispers in Blackness
Where is the quiet?
Here
Serenity then
In your heart
And the peace?
No Answer





by michelle zeman