Blue skies are boring and the light is too bright as it glares off every little thing why not bring a bit of fluff to cover up the sun and make the skies interesting once more
Calm to nuclear
in just a moment
with no pause
or thought
in between
as words
bring anger
flashing hot
from some
hidden center
to burst
over everything
and everyone
like exploding
paint cans
Up and down
and up again
emotions tangle
and shift
like sands
on a beach
never stable
or stationary
and always ready
to trip you up
and send you
to land
on your ass
Free food
is becoming
harder to find
no matter if
you hunt
or fish
or dig
for your dinner
or even
stand in line
in the hopes
a food bank
won’t run out
before it’s your turn
The darkness
is there
just
out of reach
but in sight
flirting
in shades of gray
as it whispers
quiet nothings
from down
in the deep
to draw me in
closer
Easily crushed
and bruised
with just a touch
the flesh
is smooth
but sensitive
and thin
and as the
soul within
shirks away from
brash sounds
and loud noises
retreat
seems safest