Specks of Gray

There is black
And there is white
And as a kid
You are blind to
What is in between
But as you grow
You begin to see
That there are
Specks of gray
Because
Life is not in
Black and white
Not everything can be defined
Good Bad Right Wrong
See those?
Those are spaces
Between good and bad
Between right and wrong
Life is gray

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Concealed Fragility

Metal, sturdy and strong,
Cracks like glass
An allusion
That went unnoticed
To those who did not bother
To get a closer look

Unattended and abandoned
Fragments now lay
Forever broken
Unfixable

Fast Asleep

A baby lies
Fast asleep
Dreaming

Simultaneously
A harsh reality ensues
A maelstrom of anger and hate
A pandemonium of noise
Loud, yet whispered

Words
Sharp, cutting, malicious
That cannot be taken back
Despite influence
Despite all else

But still
The baby sleeps
Dreaming
Happy

Numbers and Letters

just an assortment of Numbers

results all the same

but what does

It matter if

It’s all that’s there?

just Numbers and Letters

nothing new.

you may think that

It’s special

worth admiration or abhorring

but in the end

alone is not absent

nor anxiety, anguish, angst

It is all that you hold

Numbers and Letters

They don’t mean a thing.

Dark Side

Acids stain you a

heart in the night

consume your soul

now a cruel dark

side replaced hate

a terrible way but

might as well live

might as well stay.