May 2, 2019
Of Natural Cause
Paint drips on
Colours we used to love
Spilling silence to the wild ones
All tamed in aged grunge
.
I watched a sparrow
Hawk scavange
Empty nests
For creatures who were long gone
.
These things are little
heart jumps
Suffocating and captivating
Rolled into one lump sum
.
I am tired
As I watch the wind blow
Falling towers of life
Whispering to and fro
.
Life will quilt me
As I go
The time is near
I know
.
Why and how
Never find answers
Unplanned
Like most natural disasters