Discolation
May 8, 2019•60 words
With grave concern
for self and others,
weaving some yarn may
undo our covers.
Yet when I come
to offer the tale,
mine may be selfish,
yours off the table.
What can be done
from inside these gates,
if nobody's truth
is freed to take place?
The wait grows long
while discourse abounds,
still doing its work
on desolate grounds.