Tell me where
I’m able to send
this mourning.
Tell me where
I’m able to send
this mourning.
I awake
to the sounds of a
sweet morning.
And then summer came
fast with its dizzying sun
and lonely rainstorms.
Black smoke against clouds
mechanical sounds, bird calls
home is receding.
And then a new day
came and it was so bright
it shined right through me.
My kind is
filled with thunderclouds-
storm incoming.
Night, how peculiar
how quiet it has become
when it attacks me.
Did you see the fires?
They burned down the neighborhood-
I sleep in relic.
Give me a moment
one single moment to be
inconsolable.
The wolves come at night
converting their vibes of hunger
in an eager state.