Musings

poetry, prose, and everything in-between

Haikus

 

Ad nauseam
Sighing to the stars
I’m too blind to see meaning
Anything at all

Miles in the Sky
Cold hands, colder feet
It Never Entered My Mind
Losing hope to wind

Neither new nor clear
I like to think
People are afraid
of the things
We can’t see

Or control

Or hold

Like radiation
Sickness and growing

old.