Absence

even sunshine feels cold
in the absence of hope
where forgiveness is relative
to the falsehood of truth

even raindrops thirst
in the absence of touch
where tears tossed as stones
form ripples of sorrow

even wind feels calm
in the absence of balance
where opposites repel
with the magnitude of attraction

even earth looks to sky
in the absence of growth
where the disillusioned bare witness
to the shattering of dreams

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Wind

 

wind wages war, wounding witnesses
whacking windows with warning
whistling wild words without wisdom

wrought with weary
wandering white woods
woman weeps with woe
wrestling winters wrath
wincing while winds whips
wielding welts

whispers withdraw, warm within
wishing, watching, waiting
wondering what's worse

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Sleepwalking

thwack, thwack, thwack

like a cold hard slap

the rain wakes me

 

the wind howls

I listen intently

its message incoherent

 

my vision blurred

by water soaked windows

yet I rub my eyes

 

at four in the morning

a cat purrs loudly

 as I sleepwalk into the day