the weight
is blinding at
this time of night

the air hangs
heavy as well

pensive

ripe with pregnant
anxiety

ripe with dull aches
and fractured gaps

a harmony for
none to hear save
those who bear
the painful secrets
of their tortured days
and whispered nightmares

hope for a dawn
too long into
morning to wait on

life slowly slipping away

broken once more
for God's delight

bleeding

raw
06-28-03