light burns through

metaphor caresses skin

fog darkens brightly

April Wells

10/14/17

walking through fog haze

flat gray silhouettes pass by

So sound invades

April Wells

10/14/17

anger chokes reason
crass and unfeeling words swim
bridges burn purple

April Wells
10/13/17

quiet solitude
peaceful place to recharge
rare as dragons tears

April Wells
10/13/17

sour yet clean, aged
warm and heavy, textured smile
books have my devotion

April Wells
10/13/17

Glass shards glitter

Shattered beauty instantly gone

Heaving sobs echo

April

10/9/17

Promises not made

haunt voices, icy anger

Silence hangs its shroud

April

10/5/17