solitude

perched on the highest branch
of the tallest tree
on the steepest hill
of the widest range
in the most untamed country
of the civilized world
and loving every speck of dust
the moonlight dances on
and the wind surrounds

despair

hoarse wispers
downcast eyes
hungry stomachs
ravaged souls
battered breathe
vivid nightmares
fallen ambitions
desolate lives
shattered worlds
never converse
they only claim.

Shade

throw caution in the wind
let colors fly
shove fears into neglect
let sorrows die

there is not much one can do
when shadowy walls close around you
except to hope that one day
you might find the wings to fly away