From Defeat

Gingerly
Silently
From a place of respect
From defeat

Not yet ready for the early morning lack
The streets still littered with the chaos that ensued
I close the door

From the other side
I ask, To Whom can I turn

He tells me Yes, and shepherds me to sunlight

So Much Blue Sky

You warrant more verses

Come closer here

You chaotic data point

You anomaly of nature

Emerged from the bedrock

Suffered not by your world 

Until too close to now 

How many haven’t known

There are laws against thee