in the cradling arms of madness
shadows and light
a voice of a long yesterday
hands you a reminder of who you really are,
its cadence so soft and gently laden
the spine of its tome lives to adjust and rectify,
a shroud of a peaceful empathy
that’s a touch away from all sincere,
a gleam of sadness rolls to gather
the shadows skin; it envelops you.
(2014)
