ancient sequoia
My grief festers
Underneath layers of insanity
I question the wisdom—
mindsets of those that grieve in view
How does shame not overtake
Your need to think in silence
Or am I hardwired in gray
Insanity and morality intertwine
With question or blame
I accept nothing less then mutism
Both parties never partake
Silence your rotten joy
For caskets cannot speak
Mirror and reflect
On reflection we both perceive
Under different views
You laugh and I cringe
Death in tears or joy
I am left unsure
Mute fits my crime
I cannot muster the courage
To state words beyond
I pray you understand
Yet I am called indifferent
When it bleeds black past parts
I will never proclaim
Or maybe it’s jealously
That you speak of body gone
While words decompose in vocals
I never knew
I sit with it
Forevermore
While you flourish
Wisdom or stupidity—
I am left unsure
Molten at Midnight
spare burrow