Why?

What would a father
Say to his murdered babe
If he had to explain?
And what would a father
Say to God if God asked
Why?  

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I am embarking
To the land of mystery--
Where I know not of  
Anything,
And all the while
I am possessed by
the idea.

Summer's Sleep

I’m venturing past the
Warmth and out the door
To see a new land which is composed
Of mainly white,
My steady step
Upsets Sir December’s alabaster bed sheets
That he used to put Summer to sleep, and as
I sigh past another
Crisp breath
The Bitter air
Takes advantage of me and
Nibbles at my lips.

Heart

A bitter cold gale
Is biting my face, and
Though I trudge through the
Bleakest night
A warm light flooding
The dark
Draws me
Closer and closer
To its heart.

Every Time, Every Day

Every time
Every day,
Escaping seems father away
To me
And you,
Brilliantly yellow bee
You are the epitome of
Young life’s innocence
And joy,
Always flying away
Into a blue cloudless sky,

Though a small boy escapes everyday from
Our nightmares we are
Held captive by depression
Forever.