4 A.M.

4 A.M.

It's 4 a.m.
It would be quiet
if it were not for the silence
screaming in my heart
as the blood there boils ...
rushes to where
I do not want it to go.

This is what a lunatic feels.

The drum banging in my chest
is some demon
wreaking havoc with my heart
tearing apart
the very fabric of my being.
The thoughts that race 'round
my brain only think one will wim
first place.

They have been fooled.

It's 4 a.m.
and other thouths
have already made the race
from here to there
and back again.
And in the silent pounding
the winner declared ...

I must die.

And at 4 a.m.
the lunatic agreed.

mebw
© 5/15/13

SILENCE OF LIFE

SILENCE OF LIFE

It begs for laughter
instead of tears.
It cries for justice
instead of fears.
Longing for peace
seeing only war,
the silence of life -
the space we're looking for.

It is in the silence
that we have choice.
It is in the silence
where we find our voice.
Finding our wings
we now take flight,
the silence of life
brings darkness to light.

Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 5-18-12

night haiku

Night

darkness
spreads out like a blanket
covers us all

slowly light fades
shadows lengthen in silence
then all is dark

Michelle Balletto-Wooten
© 5-26-11