Yellowed Yesterdays

Withered grey strands caress the creases of her jaded face.

She crumbles in a cobwebbed corner,

brushing the years off a battered box.

From the depths of dormant memories stream the

sting of days forgot.

She tugs at yellowed yesterdays

revisiting pieces of the past:

the ardour before the adventure,

the melody of first love,

the recklessness of eternal youth,

the timelessness of life.

As regrets shake her shoulders, she stores away her little life.

And with the outgoing tide of time, this too shall be forgot.   

              Humanity crippled at every intersection

Spindly stumps lie lifelessly atop whirring wheels.

He weaves between sullen soulless safely-housed faces,

Who doggedly disregard his muted appeals,

Barely aghast – humanity devoid of graces.

His ebony arms – devoured by disease –

Laboriously, arduously, steer his steel cage.

His dimly-lit eyes seem to beg, please,

While his naive smile nobly belies this age.

The tattered threads of humanity

Jeer at him in the mourning rain.

The hollow pursuit of society

Ignobly ignores, to fester his pain.

We sow gold.

We plough greed.

We turn cold.

Distance – our creed.

Inspired by true events: a crippled man at a traffic light intersection.

                      Youthful yearnings

Caged by the clasp of the teeming city,

This soulless space permits no depth of breath.

Ancient longings surface

Like poison ivy in a forgotten forest,

They slowly stretch to smother me.

Mocking memories swirl.

Jaded dreams scoff.

Breath falters, the soul pleads...

Youthful yearnings stay, stay.

Permit dreams to slay the morbid day.

Instead, we surrender our pining spirits

And like black and white silhouettes

In a silent movie,

We encircle one another,

In a space where only screams should reign.