All the pain and suffering in the world and all I want to do is nothing. With all that’s happening in my life, I am only sick of my problems—myself—so here I sit at the window trying in vain to see the forest for the trees. I know one thing. I yearn. Therefore I am?
“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”-Shakespeare
Red cedar raven roost,
Feat invisible as its roots
Heavy metal imbued
These trees that breathe
When I am panting, sighing, wishing
I could tell you.
Swaying branches camouflage
My fatal bent, freckles, green canopy
Concealing skewed moments, missed cues,
Taint, our silence lulling as a zephyr,
Blindness sweet as sheep.