Tuesday


Messed up, overcast, crying, thunder in the wind..
silence rules before the cicada wails,
Alone, flickers in the sky, dried tears, rain on
the pavement and the world inhales.
Taking in all that exists and churning everything
before recycling it back into my life of pain,
Tonight, the sky's black lungs induce such coughing
that the morning's empyrean is tainted with a dark,
pink blood stain.
I am caught in the world's corrosion--swirling in
damp, pebbled sand,
Suffocating on the tiny grains as Fate holds me down
with her invisible hand.
Darkness..all consuming permanent blindness..the dark
cloud hovers before making it's way down,
And the world keeps taking and taking--all I can
comprehend is that churning sound..

Bruised, sunlight above, disoriented, artificial
bird songs..silence rules before the cicada wails,
Disappointment, clouds obscure, indifferent eyes,
evaporating rain and the world exhales.
Gathering all that existed and expelling it back
into my life of sorrow,
How unfortunate that the stars of night will fade
into the light of tomorrow..
I am caught in the world's reformation--trapped within
rushing waters so cold,
Freezing to death, because Ignorance won't slacken
his blissful hold.
Darkness..all consuming permament blindness..the dark
cloud hovers before making its way down,
Once again, the world inhales and all I can comprehend
is that churning sound..


Sushanna